Month: April 2020

It's the day after constant rainfall, and the feeling in the air is damp and morose. It lets you know exactly what the weather had been, and threatens to continue raining at any moment. "At least the transplants are getting lots of water," says my husband. I think about all the bushes that had been… Continue reading Transplant →

"We write stories in such different ways," a fellow writer friend remarks. "I prefer one-off stories about characters before moving onto different worlds, and you like to return to characters and give them additional stories." "And both are completely valid," I reply. And it's true. I love to interweave stories, to hide Easter eggs in… Continue reading Reintroduce →

My beachcomber bike isn't meant for the hilly roads of New Hampshire, but here we are. There's a perverseness to this tableau. Here I am, seated upright on my dainty, turquoise bicycle, saying hello to twice as many neighbors on that ride around the block than I would in an entire month. Someone in one… Continue reading Superposition →