At the heart of my stories is an examination of how people tighten their grip, or unravel in the face of pain, uncertainty & vulnerability.

novel manuscript

EVERYTHING BETWEEN US

focuses on the monumental consequences on the identities and aspirations of three smart and complicated women—Liz, Emma and Tamara—whose lives are forever intertwined through tragedy and art following a fatal car accident in which Liz’s two-year-old child is killed. By the end of the year, Liz will have lost not just her son but her husband and best friend, Tamara. Years later, Liz attempts to even the score through an ill-conceived road trip with Tamara’s teenage daughter. Emma, an aspiring artist, returns to the scene of the crime to confront her guilt head-on.

EVERYTHING BETWEEN US explores female identity and female friendships through the complexities of life and loss, grief and anxiety, art and determination.

 

 

 

flash fiction

Life is Not Always a Choice
Semi-Finalist Raymond Carver
Short Story Contest, 2017

The First Time
Fish Publishing Flash Fiction Prize Longlist | 2017

Edge
The Masters Review Volume V Shortlist | Spring 2016

Deja Vu
Fish Publishing Flash Fiction Prize Shortlist | 2016

 

 

 

 

 

short stories

Rush Hour
Prism Review #22 | Summer 2020

“So far, we are the downtown crowd, picked up along bus route 539. We are wearing a day of work on our faces. Some of us close our eyes behind tinted glasses. Some of us wear earbuds with no sound playing. Rainwater slithers down our closed umbrellas and pools at our feet. The gray day fades into a gray evening. We pass time. Our fingers dance across devices. On Facebook are photos of people we went to school with decades ago. Their vacations are always sunny.The New York Times reports on congressional inaction: Another Stalemate. Our necks are bent, bowing to phones as we roll forward on the last Express, ignoring the people waiting on every corner. Getting home is serious business.”

Trouble Brewing
Literal Latte | Spring 2015

"Mom said, it's important for me to serve, and that’s all she said about it, nothing about my dead little brother or Dad’s grief poured into the hood of broken-down cars in our front yard, or about the trouble I was in with the county and school and that other thing. …"

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Bingo
StoryGlossia | March 2003

"'Bingo,' Fran answered, and it was settled. …"

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