Writing & Editing

Editing:

Joyland Magazine – 2020-2023
Palm Springs Life Magazine — Senior Editor, August 2023 to January 2024
Home + Design – Fall 2023 & Winter 2024
McCallum Theater Fall Program — Fall 2023 & Winter 2024
Palm Springs Life Charity Register – Nov. 2023

Writing:

Check out my author page on the Palm Springs Life website here.

Creative Writing:

Honey
The Rumpus

People on the L train would have loved you, David. Would have watched you from their blue subway seats, over books they were half-reading, over podcasts they were half-listening to, over the shoulders of other shoulders and accidentally past their stop. And maybe New York City would have made you tired, like it makes so many gentle people tired, and you’d have moved to Southern California eventually, grown your hair long.

The Featherweight
Joyland Magazine

The Mojave Desert holds a different kind of quiet. Sounds are either gentle and belong here — a quail bird, a howling coyote, a rooster in the morning— or they are loud and unnatural, jarring — a four-wheeler, a gun shot, a car without a muffler. You have to either be paying some attention to notice or you’re shocked out of everything by it. It was what had drawn me in most when I moved that August—all the quiet and land to hear it from.

Pine Street
The Rumpus

When it is over, when it is really over, when I call you and you raise your voice, the first time you have ever raised your voice at me; when you call back and softly tell me, finally; when I show up and you look at me, crying and swollen; when you stand there in front of me; you hold your two palms up and open.

You tell me how you kept them open—your hands—for birds. For birds who might come back.

And—listen, see, look— one bird came back, you said. Right back to your left palm and you are going to let it stay there, see, right there. You want to let it stay. It’s staying there.

I tried to see.

I looked right at your hands.

The Fifth Stage of Grief
Medium's Human Parts

I replaced the copy of A People’s History of the United States I lent you that never came back. I stopped maniacally repeating the list of what was found in your body that morning, as if memorizing it would let me take something out.

The Dead Psychologist
pank magazine

If these walls could talk would they tell me I should let someone in for once? Can therapy occur through osmosis, like, if I sit in the psychologist’s office chair? Can therapy occur through death? If I touch and eat and sleep and write in one of the last places it was life?

Fourteen Women Play One Guitar
Electric Literature

I want to walk and leave seeds in a few different places, but my date takes the bag from my hands and dumps all of it under a tarp by the apartment building next to mine. “There!” he says, carelessly, like he’s just pulled a stray hair from my sweater. Next, he steers us five blocks away to an apartment where he used to live. I am shivering by then, but we stand in the snow as he points out all of the ways it is different than before. I don’t tell him I can’t feel my toes.

Leaving Buffalo Behind
The Rumpus

I have a theory about people who grow up in cities known for their cold weather and snowfall: They create incubating communities. Brick and mortar spaces to shelter us in the cold months and a winter-developed connectedness that allowed us to run wild together in the warmer months, putting on shows and parties and picnics in the park. Our lives left us ample time to be at bars until closing time. It didn’t occur to us to be anywhere else.

Being a Librarian Can Be Dangerous Work, Why Don’t We Acknowledge This?
Electric Literature

We want, and need, institutions that embody hope—now more than ever. Public libraries, maybe above all else, have a long history of providing just that. And there is deep and resounding hope in libraries and library work. But if that hope expects to grow and evolve, it is essential that a full and accurate story be told.

There are no quiet days at city libraries
Los Angeles Times

Maybe it is too much to hope that a movie or a bestseller like Susan Orlean’s “The Library Book” will truly ignite a civic conversation about the conditions of cities and their libraries, about librarians and patrons. But it is essential to understand that libraries are in this state because other systems failed.

I'm a librarian. the last thing we need is silicon valley disruption
Vox

We search for the correct offices. We print Google maps with walking or bus instructions. We give them a running start in helping improve their lives. In a world heavily skewed toward people who can pay for access to resources, we do what we can to provide equity.