We Were Snubbed by Our Dead Dog. Twice. was published in the New York Times. You can find the essay here.

I’m running for Secretary of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. We have a margarita fountain at our yearly retreat, so, of course.

This vending machine in the Sip and Sonder coffee shop in Inglewood (near Los Angeles) spits out free short stories for you to read. Well-written ones too. It’s like winning the lotto only with less money and begging relatives.

Thank you, WFWA members, for voting me onto the Women’s Fiction Writers Association Board of Directors for 2019. I feel honored to be part of this professional organization and to be serving with such a sterling group of writers.

During the pandemic, I hosted Zoom write-ins for members of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. In those meetings, Pamela Stockwell, from New Jersey, befriended Kelly Hartog from Los Angeles. A year later, and without having met in person, Pamela donated her kidney to save Kelly’s life. Six months later, at the 2022 WFWA retreat in…