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Looking back / looking ahead

8 Dec

I can count on one hand how many publications I had this year, but it was a year full of tremendous personal highlights. Mainly: M. & I became parents in January! One day when I catch my breath I will write about that journey. There’s a lot to say, and I need a lot of childcare to get it done. 🙂

In February, Capra Review published my short story “The Samoyed.” Here’s an excerpt I like:

In a large glass case beside a tapestry where the beast was hunted and speared, the horn of a narwhal gleamed. “To prove the existence of unicorns, men would drag back these tusks from poor old narwhals. The horn of a unicorn would have remarkable curative qualities, they claimed, for anything from rheumatism to insomnia to impotence.” Robert and Jane walked on into other rooms. The docent’s voice trailed behind them. “You could grind it up into a powder.” Jane imagined sprinkling narwhal horn powder atop her head, imagined coarse, white sand falling through a shaft of sunlight, an iridescent shower of skittering grains.

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In June, Orion Magazine published my lyric essay “A Dill in Every Soup.” Following the medieval theme of the prior excerpt, here’s another excerpt I like:

“During the Middle Ages,” WebMD tells me, “people used dill to defend against witchcraft and enchantments.”

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Finally, in November, Scablands Books, based in Spokane, put out their beautiful anthology Evergreen: Grim Tales & Verses from the Gloomy Northwest, edited by Sharma Shields and Maya Jewell Zeller. I have two short fairy tales in this volume. Why not pick up a copy from Spokane’s Wishing Tree Books or Auntie’s? Here’s an excerpt from “Moss Child”:

A lace of bright lichen crept up her arms, chin, cheeks. The green crept from her limbs up the sides of the thickened tree trunks, under so much soft moss that the echoes of footsteps and animal sounds grew muffled in the gulch.

Another very bright spot of the year was chatting with Karen Russell at Hugo House’s Novel Nights. Here is Italo Calvino’s essay “Lightness,” which is a favorite of mine and which she brought up in conversation.

There’s much to look forward to in 2022. Among other things, I am especially hoping there will be a COVID-19 vaccine for children under 5. In the meantime, I’m teaching a few virtual classes for Hugo House and Atlas Obscura, January-April, both over Zoom and in an asychronous format. Maybe I will make to AWP in Philadelphia in March? As that is Lanternfish Press‘s homebase, it would be sweet. Then in the fall Lanternfish Press will release my second novel. Huzzah! I also have a couple short publications in the pipeline, another lyric essay and a short story.

But before all that, I am turning back to revising my third novel and sinking deeper into Maggie O’Farrell’s beautiful and absorbing novel Hamnet. Hope you have a safe, happy, and healthy holiday season!

“A Dill in Every Soup” in Orion Magazine

27 May
Sweet, sweet contributor copies!

I’m happy to have a new lyric essay out in Orion Magazine‘s summer issue, “A Dill in Every Soup.” The essay spans the personal, gastronomical, and ethnopharmacological, leaping from Sappho to the Talmud to Spenser’s Faerie Queene, and more. Here’s how the essay begins:

I love to look at dill. I love to handle it, chop it. It’s an elegant shape. Its featheriness is touchable; I brush it on my cheeks when no one is looking. Its brightness when fresh soothes my eyes. It looks especially lovely beside a newly sliced lemon. Sappho tells Mnasidica to garland her hair with sprays of dill to garner “a glance of the blessed Graces.”

Do I love to eat dill?

While we wait for issues to hit mailboxes and newsstands, and in honor of strawberry season, here is my first essay to be published in Orion, “Cosmic Fruit,” from their Summer 2019 issue. Yum!

ETA: “A Dill in Every Soup” is now online, right over here!

Back in December, holding a bunch of dill.

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