Writing
Words on paper
Fiction, essays, and dispatches from the studio — on the things that stay with you.
Books
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Sam in Pieces
Sam Cooper has a plan. Wake up. Take his pills. Write in his journal. Keep everyone exactly three meters away. Until he sees Julia playing her guitar like an extension of herself, and Sam’s plan starts to crack.
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Adam in Waves
Adam Peck is thirty-three years old when he gets in his car and starts driving. in his grandfather's cherry-red Toyota 2000GT named Ferdi. He’s not a painkiller addict. Not a deranged gambler. Or a sex addict. But who is he? He’s not quite sure and the last thing he’d like is to find out.
Short Stories
Short Story
Wild Flowers & Dead Roses
Oliver Campbell had been a lively and loud child only when it would not get him in trouble. He remembered every stump he’d ran across the small front yard of their home, zigzaging around the…
Short Story
Anti-wish.
“Welcome to the fantastic life of Otto Nevermerer,” said the fish with a high face and open wings.
Short Story
A Second Curse.
She’d stalled in front of the doors, to a cave of decadence and insatiable hunger.
Short Story
The Castle at Huttle Street
At the end of Huttle Street stood a castle unlike any other building in the world.
Short Story
A Dog Named Bollo
María lived in the same house her mother had lived in, shopped at the same corner store, and attended the same school where her parents had fallen in love.
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"Big Hair," Experiments, and Official Debut!
April was chaotic good. From looking through the archive, to a new prints series, to my first-ever writing retreat, the Studio is blooming like the flowers outside my New England home.
A Solo Writing Retreat, pt.1
When I started writing a few years ago, I was adamant these pages stay somewhere in my laptop never to be seen by anyone. Not even my husband, my friends, and especially, not my family. But last…
You — only you — will have stars that can laugh.
I was eleven years old when my mother walked into a bookstore at the shopping mall and came out with a slim book with a blonde boy on the cover standing on a tiny planet. Back then, I was into…
Exciting Changes!
This newsletter will start looking a bit different. I’m still writing essays like a 16-year-old trying to find themselves. I’m still working on manuscripts that, at some point, will turn…
My Own Peace
This past Thursday, I found myself having a 20-minute conversation with my boss about everything but work.