What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!
Sometimes I do not know my face. I see a woman mistaken for an abuela on the Stockton to Sacramento Greyhound. Or, my mother if she never dyed her hair. Maybe I am the sepia photo of my great grandmother when she was a … Continue reading Unknowing
“My peers could have been models for Laura Ashley. I wanted to be like the woman in Wyoming.”
I hadn’t planned on setting fire to my husband’s vestments on Christmas Eve. I didn’t know a major housewife faux pas could be a wonderful thing. After the midnight mass, my husband, his children, and I returned home to the rectory. We gathered in the … Continue reading The Great Campbell Fire of 2013
I’ve got nothing to say – nothing to write – dry as a bone these last months – haunted by the voices of mentors past – of the paper thin frailty of old words, old thoughts. They tell me to begin with a scene, add … Continue reading The Circus
After I graduated with my MFA in August, Dennis and I drove from New Mexico to the Alabama Gulf Coast where we retreated for ten days. We had adventures along the way – Lubbock, Austin, Ocean Springs. I carried a cheerful pride upon earning my … Continue reading A Letter to My Writing Mentors