(Short Fiction — first performed at Denver Write Club, 2019) The best part was when she was inside me. Swimming, floating, breathing underwater in my safe, perfect, mother ocean. God I miss the ocean… But then she came out into this world, and now everything can hurt her. They say…

(first performed pre-Covid at We Still Like You, Buntport Theater, Denver 10/19) So I hope bad things become less powerful when you say them out loud cuz I have a little list — I love lists — of shame before I tell my one story that I’ve never told, the…

(written pre-Covid on 9/18) I have three hours before Seylah gets home and who knows how long I have before Nya wakes up and I am afraid of how afraid I am to write given my post-birth brain. I am rusty, to say the least. So. I could meditate? Too…

(First performed on stage at The Narrators show in Denver, 3/19) Yesterday my ex husband emailed asking if i’d send him some vocals in 10 hours for a song in a trailer for a big movie about diamonds …a rap song that needs a hook, a chorus. Every part of…

“Forgiving is giving up any hope for a better past.” — Anne Lamott 2018. I am in the bright, cold, long, court hallway sitting on a hard bench outside the restraining order courtroom when I get the text that it wasn’t him who put a book on my car windshield…

Morning Pages at noon from an insomniac mother of two toddlers: 7:35pm last night. Still light out. Pink clouds. Another shooting. 4 shots fired. Heard it, thought it was fireworks. Wanted it to be fireworks. Which I despise but trust I don’t understand why people love them so I’m letting…

Dear Jack, my former regular Masseuse at Barai Thai Spa, My therapist said it would help give me courage to finally call the police if I wrote you a letter. I should just stop being a punk and call 911 and they will come and arrest you and shut down…

(Flash Fiction: Write a 20-word story)

(Flash fiction prompt: write a story in the form of a fable) Once there was a girl who listened to them and not to herself. She couldn’t remember a good time in her past. She couldn’t’ remember ever having a good dream. A happy care free time? She couldn’t recall. Yes, happy moments. But all clouded by her own mind. Her own…