Publications

      FICTION/NONFICTION

• "27 Objects You Need to Have a Baby," The January House Literary Journal (forthcoming) Fall 2026. 
• "The River Styx," Synchroniciti, December 2025. Nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Nonfiction.
• "Desert(ed), Ivo Review, December 2025.
• "Push," Literary Mama, Fall 2025.
• Superior Stories, Michigan Writers Cooperative Chapbook Contest Winner in Fiction, June 2025. Upper Peninsula Publishers & Authors Notable Book, 2025. 
• “Black Sands,” Great Lakes Review, Spring 2025. 
• “Being Arachne,” Awakenings Journal, March 2025.
• “All I’ve Got is a Photograph,” Mom Egg Review, April 2025.  Nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Nonfiction. 
• “Willing Suspension of Disbelief,” The MacGuffin, Fall 2024. 
• “‘What About the Cat? Feedback From an Online Writing Workshop,” Brevity Blog, September 2024. 
• “Persistence of Memory,” Sad Girls Diary Literary Journal, July 2024. 
• “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” Dead Girls Walking Anthology, May 2024. 
• “The Mostly True Diary of a Part-Time English Instructor (With Apologies to Sherman Alexie),” Porcupine Literary Journal, May 2024. 
• "Homing Instinct: Some Thoughts on Being a Writer in Residence," Brevity Blog, May 2024. 
• “Belly/Belie,” A Story in 100 Words, April 2024. 
• “Playing with Boys,” The Muleskinner Journal, March 2024; reprinted in Writing @ SVSU, Winter 2025. 
• “Homing Instinct,” Brevity Blog, March 2024. 
•  “Meme-ing to Tell You,” Making Waves, Fall 2023. 
• “Table/Tableau,” Bear River Review, 2019. 
• “(Not) On the Road,” Dunes Review, 2018. 
• “Shifting Sands,” Walloon Writer’s Review, 2017. 
•  “Persephone,” Bear River Review, 2016. 
• “Jack O’Lantern,” Cardinal Sins, Spring 2005. Winner of the Flash Fiction Prize.

POETRY

• “The Wedding Video, Circa 1993,” Paradidomi, Spring 2004.
• “Making Love at 72,” Paradidomi, Spring 2004.
• “Sleeping with Gaia, Paradidomi, Spring 2004.
• “Eulogy for Deborah’s Unborn Child,” 43negative83, 2004.
• “So, How About It?” 43negative83, 2004. 
• “The Unnamed Woman: A Few Scattered Pieces,” The Spring Hill Review, August 2002 / Jihad bil Qalam: A Tri-City War Anthology, 2004.
• “Delilah,” The Spring Hill Review, November 2001.
• “Mary,” The Brownstone Review, Summer 1998.
• “The Wives,” The Brownstone Review, Summer 1998.
• “To Raphel, in Clarification.” Riverrun, Summer 1998. 

      "I think writing is the most powerful of all the humanities. Through writing, we can reframe, refocus, and reevaluate our experiences as human beings in this world. The Latin root of “educate” is educere, which means to lead out. As an educator in the university, I have the opportunity to lead students back into their past lives through written language, to examine and honor that place that will begin their journey out into the larger world. But I have discovered no one is interested in where our students have been. The implicit consensus seems to be, perhaps if they are lucky, we can help some of them forget where they came from."

(Read the rest of this ESSAY here.)

       "Then the boys arrived.  Huey first, his stomach pushing out the top of his T-shirt and his Converse sneakers turned in slightly at the toes, mumbling a shy hello. George was next, solid and squarely built, leaning forward to lift my suitcase easily with one hand, his button-down shirt tucked neatly into his khakis. And Cameron, with his long thin hands lifting and moving in front of his body as he told a joke, his green eyes flashing with laughter under a tumult of blond curls. They circled me, these beautiful, strange creatures. It is then I felt it, the power of my own attraction: my breasts and hips, my carefully curled hair and black eyeliner, my shy smile and steady gaze—it was working.  These three boys were here, waiting for me to choose one of them. I was Goldilocks, drunk with the power of choice."

(Read the rest of this CREATIVE NON-FICTION piece here.)

     "Once my mother told me she wasn’t my mother, not really. 'Oh,' she said, 'I gave birth to you, but –' and here she waved her hand vaguely, the smoke from her cigarette forming a lazy s before dissolving in the air, 'mothering. You know. It never really was my thing.'"

(Read the rest of this FLASH FICTION story here.)