Northwind Writing Award • May 2025

The Color of Heartache

My essay won 2nd place in The Northwind Writing Award 2024, published in this anthology.

ELJ Editions • July 2023

Outlasting Angie

Writers share their hearts, their limbs, their breasts -- even their teeth! -- in this stunning collection ...

Under The Gum Tree • May 2025

Shift

A breeze swept off the water and into the car’s windows as we crossed the Tobin Bridge toward home.

The Memoirist Quarterly • May 2025

A Duality Within Me

“Think of it like a raspberry,” he said. It was an odd visual, certainly, yet I followed his lead …

The Sandy River Review • June 2022

V Is

In late winter, 2020, I—and the world—learned that V is for virus. Shapeless, unable to be seen, heard, smelled, tasted.

eMerge Magazine • January 2023

A Calling to Return

I’m not sure why my mind keeps returning to my time on the hill, the remote hill in Vermont I so wanted to leave when I was eighteen and felt penned in by the smallness of it all.

Longridge Review • January 2022

Propped

I was a late bloomer, learning to ride a bike. While most kids learn by Kindergarten, maybe first grade, it took me until the summer before fifth grade ...

Bacopa Literary Review • May 2025

Singultus

I hiccupped and slid into the booth beside Shelly. Wiggled out of my down coat. It was March, slushy ...

Openwork • May 2025

Birds in a Yard, Men on Horseback

My mother announces on a mild June afternoon, a Sunday, that she wants her birdbath moved.

Dorothy Parker's Ashes • May 2025

The Dread of a Shred

I’ve had a headache for thirty days. OK, I’m lying. It’s closer to sixty, but sixty days sounds terribly long. Terribly scary.

Dorothy Parker's Ashes • May 2025

A Hole in the Head

We’d arrived at the ER just after midnight, January 5, 2016—ironically, Mom’s eighty-first birthday.

The Mindful Word • June 2023

Soul Holidays

A favourite quote I keep tacked to a bulletin board in my office reads: “One’s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things.”

Porridge Magazine • July 2021

Frickin’ Lion

The mane streams behind the dog as it tears across weathered gray floorboards. “Frickin’ lion.”

Moxy Magazine • March 2020

Must

I was at the final winery I’d be visiting in the Chianti region, seated at a long farm table with others I’d met only an hour earlier, enjoying wine pairings ...

Barren Magazine • June 2019

The Weight of Oars

My brother Sean and I had a routine the summer we spent in hospital waiting rooms. He’d pull his laptop from a bag and work his way through a stack of ...

Paper Dragon • May 2025

The Price

The revolving door into 75 Francis Street, one of three entrances into Boston’s Brigham and Women’s Hospital, conveys people from the city’s ...

Rubbertop Review • May 2025

See

It snuck up on us, most of us. We see this now. Outside of a handful of specialists ...

X-R-A-Y Magazine • March 2020

The Pull

I’ve felt the pull for years, to see what’s out there, how it differs from what I understand of the world.

(mac)ro(mic) • April 2021

Still There

You were there, not conscious but in body, when they draped you, intubated and hooked you to a ventilator.

Plum Recruit • May 2025

What Matters

Our neighborhood has a sidewalk chalk artist, and I think she’s a girl. Twelve, maybe thirteen.

433 • May 2025

Unrestricted

Dispatch, from a May morning. The birds don’t know. They didn’t get the memo. Their songs ...

the tiny journal • May 2025

Angie

I called it Angie. It made what I had sound less clinical.

433 • May 2025

tracks

Sunshine streams from a cloudless sky through leafless maple branches, winter white bright bathing a backyard ...

Y2K Quarterly • May 2025

Wake Me Up

Wake me up when September ends, lyrics implore, beneath a lonely chord. Twenty years have gone so fast ...

Dream Journal • March 2021

Land Grab

The buildings flow as one attached with lumber and nails and stories of conjoined life across two centuries.

Dream Journal • October 2020

At Waking

It’s the news, it must be the news, I thought. Why else would I dream something so horrific?

Duck Duck Mongoose Magazine • April 2022

Mirth, in Terracotta

Mounded moonbeam tickseed tickles your torso among day lilies that disco-dance in a breeze …

The Basilisk Tree • May 2025

Buoyant

As spring springs and buds bud, soon petals push open and bees bumble. Everywhere, breezes.

Five Minutes • May 2025

Germie

Kindergarten “show-and-tell” day. I trailed my brothers to school, clutching my Hanna-Barbera lunchbox ...

Five Minutes • May 2025

Lash Waltz

A feathery kiss brushes my skin. Tingly, in the best possible way.

Unstamatic • November 2022

Resistance, in Yellow

Yellow rose topiary, big blooms billowing atop ball, ruffled roses commanding attention. Admiration.

Gastropoda • August 2022

Release, in Blue

Pinwheels of pain, blue and bursting, radiate from my shoulder, furious fireworks lit and launching off …

Olit • May 2025

Puff

She puffs and the flame, bending and swaying at the top of the solitary birthday candle at the end of her solitary birthday song, extinguishes.

Gastropoda • August 2022

Struggle, in Orange

Orange, the color of sunsets missed all summer as I retreated to a bedroom, shades drawn. Orange in my core simmers, boils, erupts into my neck, my temples ...

Eucalyptus and Rose Magazine • May 2025

Abode

She feels January in her joints, her bones a built-in bellwether to barometric bounces …

Welter • May 2025

Bands of Honey

We plod in silence through slices of the Sahara the color of honey: wavy and warm, like the honey we spread on the morning’s sliced bread that we ate with fresh pomegranate and ...

Backstory • May 2025

Irish Green

I am from an Irish Clan’s love,
strong as bedrock, deep as ocean. 
The baby in the family almost taken, 
decades after baby fat grew lean.