Double Life
I felt vulnerable, as anyone would when lying half undressed on a table with their legs spread in metal stirrups and the hands of a stranger touching them, their labia, their cervix—my body. "Try to relax," the doctor said.
Skopelos: To Write or Not to Write
I won’t write about my month on Skopelos because if I did,I would have to tell you how lucky I feel to wake up each day to a view of the sea, which is always and never the same, and…
Wigleaf Top 50
I’m very happy to announce that my story “New Leader” published in Cheap Pop in 2018 was selected for the Wigleaf Top 50. Two other stories, “Clean Hands” (published in Monkey Bicycle) and “Limbo Land” (published in Lost Balloon) made…
Like the Water
I’m writing at a dressing table placed in front of the open French doors of our bedroom overlooking the Aegean Sea. D is writing under an umbrella on the terrace. I watch him at times, and he looks as though…
A Whale in Paris in Paperback
A year ago, A Whale in Paris appeared in a beautiful hardback edition, and today our fabulous publisher is giving me the perfect birthday gift: a lovely paperback edition of our novel!
Dance Partners
My small-town modern ballet class competed and won the honor of dancing for the elevation of mankind in a pasture stocked with live animals. All expenses paid and eternal fame and so forth. Plus a token of gratitude for each.
