It's been a rough, rough two years. I lost my dad just before COVID crept over to the U.S. I lost my friend Michael shortly thereafter. I...

I don't exactly know how or why it happened—I don't even know what day it was—but for reasons that are part mystery part pandemic brain,...

Tim wasn't always the kindest, gentlest soul. He would be the first to admit that he was prickly, often misanthropic, frustrated by the...

The light after the rainstorm was perfect—low and golden, lighting up the horizon and filling the sky with rainbows. Rainbows are...

She would want this to be hilarious, but there's just nothing funny about losing her. Our bright, brilliant Shouter...

We're all feeling a bit worn down right now. But there's hope shining through the holes.

Gratitude journals are for the winsome and sad scrabbling for hope. Here's mine. On politics—it can feel impossible and not be, not by a...

1978 haunted my mailbox with a ghost of Christmas past. Mom, is that you? The year: 1978. The scene: an overwarm kitchen in Virginia with...

Is anyone calm right now? I washed the windows today as the Germans taught me—no Windex (sorry, dad)—just dish soap and water. I dusted....

Like a bottle of wine. 'Cause you were never mine. It was a summer of recovering from injury, of discovering new places and secret...

I don't think of it as not-winning, I think of it as almost-winning. Maybe that says a lot about me, but I was the finalist for the Black...

X-R-A-Y has just an amazing thing going. They celebrate beautifully condensed flash with brilliant images, flash that stops your heart. I...

I miss him every single day. And missing him means I also miss my mama, and everyone we've lost, and we're losing more every day now. I...

Sheltering in place, avoiding every sneeze, feeling the sorrow of lost connection, but we're in this together. The upsides: bike rides,...

JMWW nominated my story Cabin on a Far Shore for a Pushcart Prize. Initially started by Anaïs Nin, Buckminster Fuller, Gordon Lish and...

My little baby has arrived. Order here: https://www.thesonderpress.com/best-small-fictions-2019

I am in some fine company in this anthology. It's available for pre-order and will be out in November. Holy smokes, folx. You can order...

It was the day before my husband's birthday. I was working on a failing, hopeless political campaign. Our house was a wreck, and I was...

We received word in February of the possibility, but we had to keep it a secret—WWU alumni Death Cab for Cutie and ODESZA were coming for...