Short Stories

Sew What
I hated my job. Clearly.

The Spaces In Between
This is the first short story I wrote after graduating from college. I was working as an extra in a movie called Primary Colors and I spent most of the morning on the train into Los Angeles. Some sections of the railway pass through ghetto neighborhoods, much like my own, and passengers on the train can see right into people's back yards. The train stopped for a while in one of these neighborhoods and I got to wondering about the families that lived in these houses. The characters are mostly based on people I know.

Creative Non-Fiction

Tales of the Magpies
These are events that occured the summer between fifth and sixth grade.

Safe Space
The events and characters are real, but the details are imagined. I'll probably write one or two more drafts of this.

Non-Fiction

What Just Happened
This is a true story about my asshole ex-boyfriend. I feel like I need to explain how I could have ended up in a situation like this. Like most abusive relationships, it wasn't horrible all of the time. He could be very sweet and funny when he wasn't terrorizing me. The bad things happened gradually and seemed like weird symptoms that maybe added up to something besides the obvious. It's like when you're coming down with a cold but you think maybe it's just allergies so you keep telling yourself and all your coworkers that. It gets worse, little by little, and by the time it's obvious that you're sick you're already so tired and weak you feel like there isn't much you can do but wait for the worst of it to pass.
Also, he was my first boyfriend. I'm lucky, in a way, because I didn't have to go through several creeps to learn all the things I learned from this one. I maybe should have known better, but I was young. I dumped him two years ago and we were together for five. I must say in my defense that I really loved him and I thought that love was enough to fix all the problems we had. I thought love was like magic duct tape or something. I thought it could somehow hold together all the things that were falling apart.

Along for the Ride
This is a travel story about a trip I took to Mexico in 2001.

Novels

Die Patriarchy, Die! (2006)
It'll be a while before this one is readable since it was written start to finish in one month. I described the plot to someone and they said it sounds a lot like a novel called The Fifth Sacred Thing by Starhawk. I checked out a copy from the library recently and there are a lot of things they have in common. It's uncanny. It's irritating, actually. They're different novels with different characters but they inhabit the same world, only my story takes place in the same world in a later stage of its development. Now I'm not so sure I should put any energy into rewriting it. We'll see.

The Silver Cord (2003)
I'm still editing this and rewriting significant portions of it. I decided it needs to be more magical. It's the first novel I wrote during nanowrimo and, honestly, it's not very good.