Friday night, I gathered with a dozen other women, shared appetizers and Prosecco, and enjoyed much-needed conversation. Later on, we turned down the blinds, threw off our shirts and pants, and tried on each other’s clothes. Just another Friday night, right? Not exactly, but it’s one I look forward to every…
Why this mother loves micro fiction
Here’s a little story. In 2011, I earned my MFA in fiction. In 2012 I let my manuscript “sit in the drawer” until it felt somewhat new again (i.e. I didn’t get indigestion reading the first not-going-to-admit-how-many pages). In 2013, I got busy editing and sending my novel, The Promise…
