Publications

What mother doesn’t ache when the distance between her and her daughter stretches like taffy and then breaks off?

“Bride”

The Antioch Review

Even when he was a small boy, his mother said, “You worry too much. You let go of one worry and pick up another. You reach for a worry the way other kids reach for candy.”

“The Heiress and the Radioman”

Abundant Grace

There was nothing more likely to cause despair than a room darkening at midday.

“Cold Voice”

Artful Dodge

He found that the uncomplicated horizon line he’d relied on was now the problem with the beach: while the eyes rest, the imagination stays active. The past, or the problem at hand, is on you and can’t be dismissed so easily.

“Think of the Children”

The Chattahoochee Review

My mother and father came together like hands meeting in prayer, but with Aunt Sissy’s strand of pearls, a garter on my thigh—something borrowed and something blue—what could the Lord grant that this bride didn’t have?

“Girl in a White Dress”

Finalist in Glimmer Train’s Very Short Fiction Award Contest

I never saw him up close. I never heard his telephone ring. I never heard his voice (although I imagined he mumbled to himself when he couldn’t find his umbrella, when he had no money for Chinese food, when he couldn’t sleep at night). While I tapped on my keyboard, untangling definitions of chiaroscuro and pentimento for untrained liberal-arts students, I listened for him. If I couldn’t hear him, I sat quietly until a noise told me where he was. Then I went back to work, satisfied that I was the person closest to him in the world.

“For the Man Upstairs”

The Sun

Mama cried, but you couldn’t hear her, not with me screaming like a train was coming and we were all tied to the tracks.

“Vander"

The South Carolina Review