For reasons that may be obvious but which I don’t really care to get into, I’ve been on a lot of Flagyl and Diflucan lately. Flagyl is an unfortunate prescription, packaged in pills roughly the size of footballs: the standard dosage is one of these things twice a day, for a week. They aren’t kind [...]
I first saw Trainspotting probably a year or two after it came out. I was fourteen in 1997, and the world Trainspotting presented blew my mind with possibilities.
“Will I become a heroin addict?” I wondered. At the time, I gauged the odds to be about 50/50: either I would get into hardcore drugs at some [...]
In ten short days, I’m submitting this week’s Branches story (#5) to the Glimmer Train Very Short Fiction Contest. I just started it tonight, (Note: tardy as usual. Man, beginning anything is terrifying. Before you know it — perhaps in a matter of minutes, seconds! — it could become something riddled with faults, and faulty [...]
Or, How I Learned To Stop Resisting Conformity And Love Life
It was for the standard little-girl reasons — prairie life, petticoats, ponies — that my sister and I loved watching Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman. But perhaps equal blame should be assigned to Laura Ingalls Wilder and her irresistible boxed set of books. She’s the one [...]
I don’t know how to begin writing fiction, so . . . I’m not. I’m leaving the beginnings up to other authors, and branching off — from whatever I wind up underlining, dog-earring, generally wanting more of.
Currently reading: Tuesday; An Art Project (Issue 3): “Grief And The Imaginary Grave” by Rowan Richardo Phillips
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