I'm a writer living in the Washington, DC, area. My work has appeared in literary journals and anthologies including The Gettysburg Review, Gargoyle, Writes of Passage: Coming of Age Stories and Memoirs from The Hudson Review, in The Washington Post, and on NPR's "All Things Considered."

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Selected Works

Fiction

A young woman struggles with an unplanned pregnancy.

Sexual and racial tensions in a classroom threaten to explode as a young teen faces choices that will haunt her in adulthood. ORDER HERE

A young girl in Thailand is sold into prostitution by her mother.

A woman is haunted by events from the past that threaten to disturb her domestic life.

A man battles neighbors to build his dream house, while his son resists the pull of the family heritage.

A psychologist confuses fantasy and reality as she travels alone for the first time after her divorce.
Humor
Dining out with dietary issues, and Twizzlers. From the Washington Post.

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New York Minute

October 18, 2010

Tags: art, photos, travel

Took a quick trip to NY this past weekend. Here's a photo-based recap. FYI, all of these photos were taken with my Blackberry.

Shots of the Guggenheim. I highly recommend the current exhibit, Chaos and Classicism, which follows European art between the World Wars. I'm sure I didn't know they don't allow photos inside the building...until I was told...








Below is part of a series I took while in a taxi, crossing the 59th Street Bridge. The Sopranos and Sex and the City were shot in Silvercup Studios; however, I knew nothing about that when I took the pictures. I just like the sign and, even before I saw the Lee Friedlander exhibit at the Whitney, I liked the idea of taking the photos with the car window obstructing. That's the Citicorp building in the third photo.







The cafe at the Whitney.





Faceless crowd.