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Yep, that’s about it. Much like high school, my Friday and Saturday nights are basically free.

Truthfully, there is no greater joy for a writer than hearing readers discuss the story you’ve written. How fun to have my characters -- these trespassers, who have rummaged through my brain for years – traipse through other people’s thoughts.

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An excerpt from Available to Chat

“Look, my Mom talked to me exactly three times about sex and marriage. The first time, I was in fourth grade and Nina Murman told me that boys put their penises in girls’ vaginas. I’m not sure she used the correct anatomical terms. Anyway, I didn’t believe her, so I went home and asked my Mom how babies were made. She handed me a book and I read the first two pages, which were so spectacularly dull I knew immediately Nina must be right.

“The second conversation was at the end of the four-hour drive to college my freshman year. We had just pulled up to my residence hall. I was going to point out a parking spot, when my Mom, sitting in the backseat, said, ‘Olivia, whatever you do, don’t get pregnant.’ That was talk number two.

About marriage, she said, ‘It’s nice to get a three piece ensemble for the dance. Hiring a DJ looks tacky.’”

“Did your family have religious parameters?”​

“No, it was the eighties. There was no such thing as Sex in the City, yet.”