Brigitte Cromey can best be described as the cat who lives beneath the stairs—she may take a bit of time to warm up, bites if provoked, and is fiercely loyal to those she loves. She lives with her family in southern Arizona, where she wrangles a horde of small barbarians by day, drinks tea by night, and writes stabby books that feel like home the rest of the time. She loves to feed others, and her door in the desert will always be open to those needing a home-cooked meal and a hug.