The Dead Girls Show
This is what happens when I get sick of the guy in my writing group killing women in every single one of his stories. I decided to top his body count.
One Car Hooks to the Next and Pulls
This is the story that paid for my dining room table.
Everyone in the world has been on at least one end of a birth story. Why doesn't it render the experience less transcendent? And why don't they tell you about the involuntary pooping?
North of Eden
Angels and Bears
The award-winning chapters of the novel I'm currently peddling. Or: terrible things happen when we all dance.
The Refrigerator Test
This story is not autobiographical. Seriously, not every woman writing messed up stories is a monster. Only some. But you can't tell which.