I felt vulnerable, as anyone would when lying half undressed on a table with their legs spread in metal stirrups and the hands of a stranger touching them, their labia, their cervix—my body. "Try to relax," the doctor said.

My small-town modern ballet class competed and won the honor of dancing for the elevation of mankind in a pasture stocked with live animals. All expenses paid and eternal fame and so forth. Plus a token of gratitude for each.

NEW STORY // My memories and I sleepwalk into town, arm in arm, down the street of black stockings and long skirts, our flat heels click-clacking on the cobblestones. We pass the hat shop with its window of false promises…

Bending Genres published by personal essay “Overdue Elegy.” Thank you, editors! You wouldn’t know how often I think of you. We didn’t see each other during the last years of your life. Not because of differences or hard feelings: Our…

Thanks to Jen Michalski and the other editors of the wonderful JMWW, I have a new story published online! Unlike most mothers who lived to nourish their kids (it seemed), my mother never enjoyed feeding me. Cooking, like eating, was a…

Stories printed and stories online: I’m very grateful to the editors of Fiction International, Elm Leaves Journal, The Sunlight Press, Flash Boulevard, and Spelk for publishing my work this season. The following stories are available to read online: “Flynn, Fate, and The…