I ate my first pizza when I was four years old. That may seem really early to some people, but my parents were always very open—and so was our fridge. I’ve had pizza all over the world, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed each and every slice. I could never pick just one kind of pizza to eat for the rest of my life. As a writer I really feel that that’s what life is all about—making connections, however fleeting, with all different kinds of pizzas.