am i doing enough?

Jason Howl runs the website Howlarium. The best way to describe the site is in Jason’s own words: “Each week I send a question about life, work, doubt, or expectations to a range of writers and readers of fiction.” He describes what he does as “interviewing a crowd” or “assembling a discussion,” and that makes Howlarium a really unique and wonderful stop for readers and writers. The topic changes week to week, and though I was honored when Jason contacted me and asked me to contribute, I was also a little afraid of this week’s question: Do writers feel environmental URGENCY enough?

That’s the short version. The longer one is even more intimidating.

Either way, it’s an important question, and at its heart is an even scarier set of questions: What is MY responsibility as an artist. What is yours? Am I doing enough?

It felt rife with potholes and argument. It felt like the kind of question I could lose friends over. It felt like the sort of question that deserved the most honest answer I could give.

Sixteen writers participated, and it is safe to say that we all approached this question from different spaces. Different mindsets. Different philosophies. I am honored to be a part of the discussion. Read all our answers here.


good news.

My short story “Moon Trees,” published in the Spring 2014 issue of Prairie Schooner, has been awarded the Glenna Luschei Prairie Schooner Award.

And, my story “Pinched Magnolias,” recently published in issue 97 of Greensboro Review, was awarded the Robert Watson Literary Review Prize in Fiction.

I am over the moon.

on moths, stories, and school.

There are moths that feed on the tears of birds.

I have not been able to shake this sentence since Elena Tartaglia, the co-founder of National Moth Week, put it in my head while discussing the butterfly’s less glamorous cousins on Science Friday. I have told myself this fact perhaps a thousand times since I heard it. Continue reading

on comic books.

I don’t remember the first comic book I ever cracked or how old I was when my dad bought it for me. I don’t remember a time before comic books, actually. What I remember, instead, is fluid, an action I did over and over, a looped gif of a memory:

We are at Vernon’s Drugs on Key Biscayne and I am slowly turning the thinly stocked, wire comic rack. Continue reading

my stop on the blog tour.

About a month ago, my friend Sharon Harrigan, who is also one of my favorite writers, asked me to participate in a blog tour: a fun and easy way to share your work and the work of others. The idea is to ‘hop on,’ answer some questions about your current projects, and then ‘hop off,’ passing the torch to a couple of new writers the next week. Sharon’s was a great read. Have a look at her answers here.

Easy, peasy, pie. Right? Continue reading

on suburbia, godzilla, and briny beauty.

There is something about the suburbs, not the suburbs of television and ultra hip New York writers, not the suburbs of Suburgatory and The Stepford Wives. Not the suburbs of the writer I know who told a student (in workshop) that she could only write about her suburban home with irony, who implied authenticity only happens in cities and rural farmlands. And certainly not the suburbs of our mostly urban dwelling classmates who laughed and agreed.

There is something about MY suburbs, the liminal spaces between concrete and forest. Continue reading

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