I’m thrilled to have two 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.
I’m just back from Tampa, where I met new contacts at the huge AWP writer’s convention and book fair. I have lots of stories to submit, and my novel, No one Runs in the Country needs a home. It’s about a young woman who’s trying to get it together in her new job as greenhouse manager at a farm that grows veggies for the local market. She falls for Zach, the cattle farmer next door, but she is also attracted to Vlado the Russian field manager who makes fun of everything except his ability to talk to trees. When she tries to find her long lost Dad, her mom is no help. She’s been hiding postcards from him for years.
As these things get out in the world, I’m also working on a new novel, about a couple of guys in the remodeling business, old friends who have always depended on each other. But the business is falling apart and Ben suspects Riley of stealing from the company. He has to find out if his oldest friend is really doing this and why, so it’s sort of a detective story too.
Here are some of my recent publications:
“A Good Session” in Persimmon Tree is about what happens when Jehovah’s Witnesses come to the door of an evolutionist. Wait, one of the visitors is tall and dark and has a sculpted jaw.
“Quesasomethings” came out in r.kv.r.y. Quarterly. If you’ve ever been to a snobby party and felt out of it, this one’s for you.
My essay, “Freedom to Wander” was published in Toasted Cheese. I tell the tale of a risky ski trip across snowy fields in history making cold, and also how a canoe trip went really bad, but both have to do with wandering the land freely. I think that ought to be allowed a lot more than we let people do it in this country.
“Big Air” was published in The Woven Tale Press. This is a gorgeous journal, full of visual art as well as poems and stories. In “Big Air” Elena climbs a steep trail to a high cliff in the snow after a big argument with her husband, Gabe. He follows her up and sees how close she came to the edge. Now what do they do?
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