Writer Statement My brain tends to follow character arcs instead of the plot when I read. When I study history, I am curious about the people’s motives, not the timeline. I learn people as if I am studying the biography of a fictional character. For as long as I can remember, I have thought in […]
Write my life
2020 issue of Iris: Art + Lit Write my life‘: A stranger’s plea inspired Alice Hoffman’s If you attend an author’s reading, you could walk away with a signed book, a brief connection with someone whose work you admire, possibly a tote bag. Or maybe the author will write a book inspired by your life. […]
Reading in 1969
A girl sits at a coffee shop, the bottom half of her forehead covered by a book from 1969…
Coffee
“Taking Shape: The Personal Essay” at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, MN The warm beverage tickles my tongue as the scent opens my eyes. Memories have formed around this insignificant thing. Some people are addicted to the feeling of speed, I, on the other hand, am addicted to smiling. The summer that I started […]
Claps
“Taking Shape: The Personal Essay” at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, MN The nerves were focused in my hands. It was the second to last day of school. A shortened class period and I hadn’t practiced. I had read the piece over and over and over. A hundred times for every time I had […]
Snow Cold Skating
25 February 2019 – Up North Literary Journal A borrowed ice drill from a family friend,to see if the ice would hold,and a newly bought shovel,to clear off the handmade rink.Brought happiness to my small headbundled up in mittens and coats.Momma said helmets were a good idea,but she never said I had to. A big […]
A Single Summer
25 February 2019 – Up North Literary Journal A shiny, black metal casing,with shadowed grey innardsenclosed us.Crushable black spotsfrom an unknown cigaretteand a radio flashed, shuffling through neon colors,while country radio filledour eyes and ears.The windows were rolled down,and the AC was turned off,despite the humidity.We were driving for a ninety-nine cent bolt. A 1964 […]
Good morning broken glass
17 March 2018 – “Two Truths, One Lie” at Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, MN I welcomed the broken glass on the cloudy June morning to my home. Just like any other guest or visitor, I opened the door, letting the wind carry the smell of my daffodil garden to the store bought flowers on […]