Big news: My new book Malnourished: A Memoir of Sisterhood and Hunger, now has a permanent cover. And I love it. I especially love the vast expanse of sky, which (at least to me) symbolizes death and healing, hope and redemption, all main themes throughout the book. Anyway, here it is: Here’s a brief description: In Malnourished, Cinthia… Read More Cover reveal, and yippee!, “Malnourished” is ready for pre-orders
Earlier this year, when I was still injured and couldn’t run, swim, hike or even walk much, I submitted a huge amount of work to various small presses, literary magazines and contests. I did this late at night, my defenses subdued by vast amounts of chocolate. And while I’ve been receiving a shitload of rejection… Read More New work up at Sport Literate and Rat’s Ass Review
Okay, the big news: My memoir which I’ve been working on for over 14 years (Fourteen years, people. Fourteen. Frigging. Years.), found itself a publisher. (Sounds of party noisemakers here, balloons flying through the air, shouts of intoxicating glee–the whole works). Hunger, and Lies releases this November from Raised Voice Press. It’s been a long, wild,… Read More My book finally found a publisher (!!)
First things first: My flash creative nonfiction piece A Fancy Department Store in Cleveland, 1970 is up at the The Disappointed Housewife. Here’s the beginning: A Fancy Department Store in Cleveland, 1970 We knew we didn’t belong, my sisters and me. We knew by the way the saleslady tightened her mouth, the edges of her lipstick… Read More Essay up at The Disappointed Housewife, and a busy week
It’s been quite a summer. I haven’t been blogging much because, you know, summer. Alaska. Long daylight. Too many hours to play, But I have been writing. Not as much as I could or should have been, but I did manage to write something almost every day, even if it was only a few scribbles… Read More Two publications, and where did summer go?
My hybrid creative nonfiction work How Mary, Joseph and Jesus F*cked Up My Love Life is up at The Hunger Journal. It’s an odd piece written in an odd style that merges religion with attitudes about sex, desire, loneliness and the rest of that complex and maddening stuff. Here is a sample: Fact: I rode down… Read More New work up at The Hunger Journal
I was in a slump. I returned to Alaska a few weeks ago, everything muddy and brown, the trees bare of leaves, last year’s trash blowing across the streets. I was used to the sun-filled warmth of Tucson, to hot days and balmy nights, to sitting out in the yard and reading and then running… Read More Award-winning essay, and returning to Alaska