A lyrical, magical realism short story I wrote in 2004 about love, loss, trauma, and healing.
“But beyond the grotesque commercialism of the award shows themselves, it’s also important to note how so many of these celebrities are already people who come from money.”
Before my hand injuries I auditioned to write the text for an official Gilmore Girls cookbook. I didn’t get the gig, but it was the most fun I’ve ever had creating a writing sample.
Another disturbing piece of flash fiction I wrote in 2012 about the Republican notion of “legitimate rape,” seen through to a terrible conclusion.
A disturbing short story written back in 2012 that sees forced pregnancy through to horrific generational conclusions. Newly, tragically, relevant in 2021.