"The Education of Monica Steele"

"Monica Steele was supposed to spend the summer at Roseville, working at her college’s library. Over the past three years she had broken away, grown up, and built her own life. She wasn’t supposed to go home—to her parent’s home—in California. But when her rural women’s college, which had been building strong women and sending them into the world for 108 years, announced it was closing—that it could no longer prepare women for a world that had changed so much in a century—Monica had nowhere else to go. ..."

Read the full story here at Terrain: A Journal of the Built + Natural Environments.

Terrain's Sixth Annual Contest

Totally stoked that my story, "The Education of Monica Steele" has been named one of two finalists in Terrain's Sixth Annual Contest, with this year's competition centering around the theme of (Dis)placement. Click on the image below to see the announcement.


Feminine Inquiry II, Now Available

The latest issue of Feminine Inquiry, which includes my story "The Stroller," is now available for purchase. Print copies are $7, or you can get a digital version for just three bucks. Click on the image below to check it out.


Well, I do like to run...

So I'm delighted that one of my stories, titled "The Stroller," has been named Runner-up in Feminine Inquiry's 2015 Fall Fiction Contest. Many thanks to the editors, Jourden and Cole, for being so awesome to work with. Print or electronic copies of Issue 2 will be available on their website soon.

EXCERPT:
Denise wasn’t hiding. No, she had done that for years and knew what it was. Today, her kids had seen her go into the garage, and they let her be.

Denise had come out here for a 28-ounce can of stewed tomatoes and stayed—sitting on the cool cement floor, palms out behind her—for the stillness. For so long, she had occasionally hidden—in bathrooms and closets (and even, in another sense, by keeping busy with nonessential tasks)—from her children. And from their pleas for another snack, for a different coloring book, for untangling necklaces, and a million other innocent requests that, taken together, were exhausting...

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