Earlier this year, the wonderful Shasta Grant and I decided to collaborate on a short story, and our resulting tale of a Jazzercise franchise in decline, “Grapevine,” was published in Little Fiction in July.
Having been scarred by many group-project situations in school, not to mention being somewhat control-freakish about my own writing I was a little nervous when Shasta proposed collaborating on a story, but the whole process was incredibly fun. I highly recommend collaborating with a trusted peer as a way of letting another perspective shake up your creative work.
Continue reading “The Joy of Collaboration”
In the heyday of his collection going home for a visit was like living inside a used bookstore curated by someone who loved you, who’d shaped your sensibilities and sense of humor through dinner table puns and drinking-song lullabies, who’d taken you on walks when you were sad or anxious for some forgotten teenage reason.
I have a new, very personal essay up at the wonderful Cosmonauts Avenue this week. I’m excited this story has finally found a home but my excitement is also bittersweet. This piece has been through many revisions over the past few years as I tried to capture the anxiety, denial, and helplessness we all felt in the years leading up to my dad’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis.
It’s also a love story about books as artifacts, as talismans, and the way my dad’s love of books and reading has informed, and still informs, our relationship.
I’m pleased to have a little CNF flash piece I wrote about the Challenger explosion, anxiety, and the use of terrible jokes to process unfathomable tragedy up today at Jellyfish Review. Check it out!
Wherein our heroine is reminded that the word “crush” has multiple meanings. Continue reading “First Love: Part 2”
Wherein our plucky heroine falls for an older woman: Continue reading “First Love: Part 1”