ESSAYS & ARTICLES
HuffPost: My Parents Hid the Truth About My Birth
HuffPost: My Parents Hid the Truth About My Birth
HuffPost: My Parents Hid the Truth About My Birth
""The longer we waited, the more anxious I became. If we didn’t tell her soon, I feared it could do lasting damage to our family."
Found and Lost
HuffPost: My Parents Hid the Truth About My Birth
HuffPost: My Parents Hid the Truth About My Birth
"I envisioned taking pictures on our porch swing, in front of the crape myrtle. My daughter would be in the arms of her maternal grandmother—a sight I thought I’d never see."
Memoir: Destiny's Lady
Shenendoah Holiday: Inn at Little Washington
Shenendoah Holiday: Inn at Little Washington
"I met her for the first time at her father’s apartment just outside Washington, DC. I’d agonized over what to wear. Work clothes would be too formal, but jeans would make me look too casual, too young."
Shenendoah Holiday: Inn at Little Washington
Shenendoah Holiday: Inn at Little Washington
Shenendoah Holiday: Inn at Little Washington
"After tea sandwiches on the patio next to a pond of hearty koi, we stroll along a perimeter path where a llama named Francesca herds sheep. A farmer in residence tends to a sumptuous vegetable garden."
Fiction
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
"Harold Bloomfeld was eating whitefish salad on a poppy-seed bagel when his late wife, Rhonda, strolled into the kitchen in her purple tracksuit and diamond “Rhonda” pendant, as if she hadn’t been dead for the last two years, six months, and fifteen days."
Along the Sound
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
"I tell myself there’s no reason to be afraid of my dad. They say that aside from a couple of bar fights, he’d never hurt anybody in his life. And to this day, he swears he didn’t kill that girl."
Fan Cruise
Harold Bloomfeld's Wives
Calling the Jam
"She mingled with assorted Celtic deities, including three versions of the war goddess Andarta—one in a leather cat suit with a polyester whip; a second who took a schoolgirl approach with a short, pleated skirt; and a third in a wheelchair with a long, crepe scarf and a constellation of lip piercings."
Calling the Jam
Calling the Jam
Calling the Jam
"I cruised up behind Slice Girl and tapped her on the lower back to signal for a slingshot. Then I gripped her waist, leaned back and catapulted myself outside and around the pack. Now I was right behind Low-Down Sally, skating as fast as I could."
Missing Parts
Calling the Jam
Missing Parts
"As teenagers, Lexie and Melissa spent hours talking about death by strange and harrowing circumstances: piranha attack, avalanche, spontaneous combustion."