Today, my eldest son reached the age—in years, months, and days—that I was the day my father died. I've marked the days my husband and I both reached my father’s age at his death, and today I mark the day for my son. Because that’s something one can actually do about death: mark the day.…
In April, my flash story titled "The Outing" appeared in The Molotov Cocktail. Long time coming to stretch into fiction again! The story is, as will be quite obvious to those who know me, heavily influenced by my years in Midtown. Thank you, TMC, for including this piece.
As our first-born was turning one, my husband and I grew increasingly concerned about his safety. I have three sons now, and while I supervise quite a bit these days, back then, it was more of a vigilance. Then this thing happened, this thing that threatened our safety at the very moment my husband and…
The latest issue from Longridge Review includes six skillful essays. This batch contains a haunting piece by the remarkable Risa Nye, who is so special to me. We met when she was already established and I was just sowing the seeds for a writing life. I looked up to her then and continue to admire her…
Ten, maybe more, years into our relationship, J and I traveled to southeast Asia with my sister and her husband. While they had progressed to engagement and marriage, J and I remained in our relationship: in relation to one another, relatable for each other, sometimes unable to relate. At the Bayon Temple, Angkor Thom, Cambodia,…
