The Mall Watcher
This is an odd sort of story with a small kernel of truth in it. Growing up, there was a man who used to sit in the middle of the […]
Short Story
The Lost Stories
I have more stories and poetry to post here, but today I am thinking about the ones that I haven’t held onto– the stories I let get lost on an
A Sensible Ant
This is an odd short story I wrote while studying abroad in London. Later, I recorded myself reading it out loud for an audio-zine one of my friends put together.
“In Transit” in Reflection
Last week, I mentioned giving some critical analysis of the story I shared, “In Transit.” I normally hesitate to give an analysis over my own writing because I am a
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In Transit
Out of April and back to short stories and personal essays. This short story is one that I wrote while studying abroad in London and taking a creative writing class
Sound of a Sigh
The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they
The Garden
After I finished writing this story, I sat back and realized with some amount of awe that it featured the first Jewish characters I had ever written. I have shared
49 States
While unpacking old notebooks, I stumbled upon the original ending of this story. Much more verbose and not quite as clever, that ending was the first piece of this story
Stomp Dog
The Casper Humanities Festival kicked off Tuesday evening with a book club discussion of “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. The story has been a favorite of mine since