I’ve been sending out a lot lately—submitting my work like wet spaghetti flung hot onto a wall—seeing what sticks. Recently, I learned I was a contest finalist—whoot. First prize was publication in a top-notch lit. mag, one thousand dollah-make-you-hollah and the oppor...

I have never been able to write at home. I can edit at home, but I cannot create. “Writing at home” is code for doing laundry, watering plants, googling my name, grooming my eyebrows, checking email, researching anti-frizz product, eating chocolate, decoupaging planter...

I’m always on the lookout for writing inspiration. When something, anything, strikes me as funny-odd-interesting-sick-creepy-fantastic-ridiculous I take note. I have many quarter sheets of paper with cryptic phrases that at the time felt like the start to The Great Ga...

"As per the submission guidelines, you still get bigger boobs just for showing us your work.”

—The above line is from a rejection letter I received from an UnnamedButHighlyPraised

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I didn’t make this up. Should I have known better than to submit...

I used to do improv—classes mostly, occasionally on stage. Improv is done without props, no scripted dialogue—everything is made up which can be incredibly freeing or akin to that floaty feeling after a round of the childhood game, who-can-out-hyperventilate-whom (if p...

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I threw a wish in the well,

Don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell,

And now you're in my way

Many cultures throughout history have regarded water, because of its vital necessity to human existence, as a sacred gift from the gods. The idea of a w...

Scene: At the police station.

Police woman to Rape Victim: We have your composite drawing out with an APB and are running the DNA sample now. A Todd Akin Rape counselor will be with you shortly. 

Counselor enters room with large binder: His, my name is Tanya. I am a t...