Writing

“Never In Grace”, Scribes Valley Publishing, Forthcoming 2019

“About Her”, County Lines, A Literary Journal, 2017
The navy pencil skirt and ivory blouse were tossed onto the wicker rocker – her great grandmother’s. She felt no guilt. She had done enough good for the day. Black heels, a taxi ride, and thirty minutes later Patrick or Joe or Hank was nervously explaining why he would never do such a thing.

“Faith in the Water”, Earth Blessings, 2016
The leaf surrenders to the short-lived patterns of being spun around, dunked, and flipped over knowing she will make her way to a new stretch of calm water.

“Falling Through Chairs”, New Rivers Press, 2014
Honorable Mention, Glimmer Train Press
Everyone was in their Sunday best - spring floral skirts, violet hats, and strapped ivory shoes cutting into swollen ankles. The men were dressed in navy suits and thick ties. They formed a circle in the driveway until they had to come in, probably swapping comments about poor Brock Carlyle getting baptized against his own damn will.

“Our Father Who?”, SUNY Press, 2013 /Anthology Reviews

 “A Figurative Death”, Creative Nonfiction, 2012 Reviews and contributing Blog Author
When life as we know it ends, what follows is not always a literal death. Those of us who spend our days with the elderly realize that the end of life usually describes a figurative death – the end of life as one has known it and the beginning of something else. Here, independence vanishes, there is no hope it will ever return, and what confronts the aged is an environment telling them there will be no new growth.

“A Desperate Call for Dignity”, Med Monthly, 2011

 “Jude and Ms. Martha”, North Carolina Literary Review Finalist, 2010
It was like picking up some cute puppy then figuring out a week later that he’s bringing ticks in all over the place. Of course, by then you’ve already fed him too much so it’s just easier to keep filling up the bowl with a cup of stale food than it is to send him off to find another girl.

“Bluebird Enchantment”, The North Carolina Bluebird Society, 2009
Despite the sometimes, tragic fate of nature, like eggs or hatchlings unable to thrive, bluebirds keep trying, just like us.

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