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I write.

“ I like stories that risk something by being on the page. Whether it's the subject matter, the style of writing, or the fact that the author has tried to write about the experience at all, the work that feels the most rewarding to me is writing that has risked something to exist. 39 Lashes: Just Write Something About Your Mother [by Lara Lillibridge] has this level of courage in spades. ”
— Courtney Maum, 2016 Prose Judge, Slippery Elm Literary Journal

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Underwear Regrets

Tue May 02 2017

This is one of the first flash essays I ever wrote. I still like it. Read more »


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Rite This Injustis!

Sat Apr 29 2017

My youngest son has objected to spelling since he was first introduced to the concept. It wasn’t the work of memorization that irked him, but rather the nonsensical ways that words were spelled. Read more »


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Ruminations on My First Love, Now Outgrown

Tue Apr 25 2017

When the phone rings, my first instinct is to hit it with something, or throw it. I feel assaulted. No, that’s too strong of a word, but certainly invaded. Read more »


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Observations on Aging

Fri Apr 21 2017

The lessons we carry forward from childhood aren’t from the big discussions, but rather emerge from watching who are parents are in their day-to-day life. Read more »


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Book Release Announced!

Mon Apr 17 2017

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Unaccompanied Minor

Thu Apr 13 2017

I had watched the girl crying on her father’s lap in the pre-boarding area. I knew there was no part of her that wanted to get on that plane, but nine- or ten-year-olds don’t get a say in such matters. View at huffingtonpost »


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Faking It

Mon Apr 10 2017

When it comes to being a “pants on fire” variety liar, reputation helps. Read more »


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Card Night

Sat Apr 01 2017

We played cards, using nails instead of pennies to place our bets. We called the box of nails “our nail collection” as if it were something special, searched for, and discovered like jewels from a sunken pirate ship.  In the one-pound box of nails—galvanized, roofing—there were two we most coveted: one stubby runt-nail, and one extra-long one. I think we all like the shortest nail best. Read more »


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Essay Notes on Attachment Disorder

Mon Mar 27 2017

“Essay Notes on Attachment Disorder” makes its deft way in the world as draft and fragment, beautiful in its brokenness, and yet seems to suggest the entire life, the only life, for now. View at americanliteraryreview »


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Why I am Not Going to See the New Beauty and the Beast

Mon Mar 27 2017

Our relationship mimicked the romantic theme of “girl falls in love with a man who has an anger management problem, but their love heals his beastliness and turns him into a kind prince.” Except in my case, it didn’t work out that way. View at huffingtonpost »


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Memory Dissection: A Statue, My Father, and a Camera

Thu Mar 23 2017

The bronze statue looked almost alive—a young girl, life-sized, or nearly. Her small breasts and slim hips placed her at the start of puberty, around twelve or thirteen—we were about the same age. Her mouth was open in a perfect oval. View at roarfeminist »


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We Actually Do Need Another Hero

Tue Mar 21 2017

We need heroes. We need people—both alive and deceased—to inspire us, but it has to be the right fit. We need people we relate to in order to show us that we, too, can achieve greatness. View at huffingtonpost »


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