Saturday, March 17, 2018

Check out my new pieces on line this spring of 2018.  "Best Stuff on Earth" in the April 2018 issue of Spadina Literary Review, out of Toronto. A surgeon suffers self-doubt along with a huge headache on the train home after losing a patient, but awakens to a past joy that he stirs up in a muddy puddle on his walk from the station.

I started writing my essay, "Sudden Caregiver" when I realized I was one, after my Mom's fall. It appears in April in the Superstition Review.

Just blew in from Tampa, where huge numbers of writers milled around the edge of the bay.  I made new contacts, fired up about sending out more stories and essays, and finding a publisher for my novel "No One Runs in the Country."

Look me up on my website for more tidbits.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Ramping it up

Lots of news since my last post.

Big news is I completed my MFA this summer, using my novel No One Runs in the Country as my thesis.  I'll be looking for a publisher soon.

Check out my story "Big Air" in this October's issue of The Woven Tale Press. It's a wild ride up a steep winter trail to the edge of a cliff, where Elena, unhappy in her marriage, is tempted by the big air, until her husband Gabe and their big setter Randal find her there.

More news at my website:

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Working on an MFA

Since starting an MFA in fiction last summer, and I've been writing and reading like mad.  I now have a first draft of my new novel "Earth Works", about a young woman about to meet her father after 14 years.  On top of that she's trying to prove herself in her new job as greenhouse manager at a CSA (community supported ag) farm, and trying to decide between Zach, a good looking beef farmer, and Vlado, the field manager who is always ready with a joke.

This past year I had a story published in Persimmon Tree, "A Good Session" about an evolutionist that gets a visit from a hot Jehovah's Witness.

My story Quesasomthings is in the Jan. 2015 issue of r.kv.r.y.    A lonely pre tenure prof can't get a conversation started at a stuffy faculty party, until she runs into an equally lonely potter.