There are bruises on my thigh. They’re from an evening over a week ago, injuries I don’t remember happening. I found them on a Sunday morning and wondered how bruises from someone else’s battle could be on my skin. One looks like the continent of… Read More
It’s a Wednesday in early December, and I’ve had plans to write. I’ve had plans to sit and process this year, process myself, for months. Of course, I had plans to write it, as it happened, but then, there was life. And now, it’s in… Read More
(In April, I committed to writing a new collection of short stories and to start submitting the works out into the world. The following was recently named a finalist and published in the Hemingway Shorts 2018.) Intention We have hawks, as much as anyone can… Read More
Strong: adjective 1) having the power to move heavy weights or perform other difficult tasks 2) able to withstand great force or pressure I watched Wild last night. It’s the sort of wanderlust, go off somewhere by yourself for months on end and have a… Read More
It’s eight in the morning and the dishes from taco night are still piled in the sink. I skate across a pond of spilled orange juice. I see Evaline, dressed as Belle and clenching a fistful of juice-drenched tissues. The kids had a sleepover last night… Read More
He sat at the far back corner of the room, though there was space closer to the kitchen, closer to other people. He sat, head down, fork to his rice, a posture of leave-me-alone. I walked to the corner beside him, looking for an angle… Read More
I spent the morning reading an abandoned, unfinished novel that I put up on the shelf just as my photography business started to take off. Alex, curious to see me with word documents open, rather than editing pictures, asked, So,are you going to be an… Read More
The Frozen Moon 