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 …
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 …
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 …
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. …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …