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At Swim

Today, with the Summer Olympics getting under way in Rio, I read this wildly thoughtful piece by Kathy Flann, a Goucher College professor who is a friend and writing-group-mate of mine. From a relatively simple premise--taking swimming lessons as an adult--she moves in so many interesting directions.

I don't have a photo of Kathy in the pool, so I'll go with a photo of my son at the same pool eight years ago. A local news crew was interviewing him about Michael Phelps.

After the pools have closed for the summer but before the ski slopes open, I'll be reading short fiction at the Baltimore Book Festival alongside some other recipients of Individual Artist Awards from the Maryland State Arts Council. We'll be at the CityLit Stage from 11:30 to 12:30 on Saturday the 24th of September. The whole festival lineup looks great.

A week after that--Saturday, October 1--I'll be at the Collingswood Book Festival in New Jersey with my middle-grade novel, GENIE WISHES.


Apology (Redux)

My poem "Apology," originally published in the Little Patuxent Review, is up today at poet Dan Simmons' blog. It's a glimpse inside a Catholic hospital's eating disorder unit at Christmas--Madonnas, hospital gowns, and all. Thanks for liking the poem, Dan.


Post Road

The new issue of the literary journal Post Road arrived today--in it, my nonfiction piece "In the Bed," which is also on the Post Road website. First we were cosleeping with a newborn. So sweet! Milky breath, etc. But six or seven years later? The piece tells the story.

I spent far too long trying to capture a trompe l'oeil-ish photo of the issue in my back yard, but isn't this a great-looking cover?



I'm honored to have received one of this year's Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Awards. I respect so many other creators on this year's list--and those of past years--that I'm just...well, it's good company to be in. To celebrate, I took a photo out my window. Pictured: 1/1,200,000,000,000,000th of Maryland.



Late Bloom

Sometimes a real moment launches a fictional story. Such was the case with my short story "Late Bloom," which is up today at Necessary Fiction.

One weekday morning two years ago, I was walking through an empty residential neighborhood and saw, in the block ahead, a woman lying in the strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street. From a distance, I couldn't tell if she was alive or dead. That's how this story starts, for my main character. The rest is fiction.