Ali Katz grew up the bug-loving, tree-climbing, fist-fighting tomboy in a house full of women. It wasn’t long before she noticed boys were different and curiosity drove her to learn all she could of the strange and fascinating creatures. Loving them, in all their shapes and sizes, with all their quirks and quibbles, could only follow. Loving to write them came later.  The process will forever be an irresistible exploration.   The oldest of four, Ali’s the black sheep of the family, though not much of one, as black sheep go. These days, she lives in Tucson, keeps her family close and has a job, not a career, which helps support her real life. That takes place in the wee hours of the night, while everyone is asleep, when she sits at the computer, cornered into weaving the tales her characters demand telling.