ESSAYS AND FICTION
Cellar Door, 2008
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An estranged couple reconnects over the accidental slaying of their paper boy.
The One Piece Years, 2014
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​I should have had the sense to know just from casting my line into the waters of employment in the months leading up to graduation that the only thing you can do with a BA in psychology is go get your master’s in psychology, but I was convinced that all I needed was determination and networking. Besides, I had always held at least one service-industry type job while I was getting through school, and I had that to fall back on. There would be time for more school later, if I wanted to go. I was ready for my life to start. I thought I had a golden ticket. I had a Subway card with five hole punches.
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UNC Chapel Hill's Honors Thesis Collection for Creative Fiction, 2012
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​ A collection of odd stories about ordinary women.
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The husband I stole came with a hand-sewn antique quilt. His ex-wife’s grandmother had made it. Whether it was a wedding present to his first wife or a childhood heirloom of hers, I don’t know. I came across it while helping him unpack in our first house, four years ago last September. Somehow, in the chaos of the divorce, it had wound up in his half of the spoils. It filled the whole empty living room with the smell of someone else’s laundry detergent.
