“Debra’s hands were small, delicate, the kind of hands that could fit inside a mayonnaise jar. She had bitten her fingernails down to the quick; so she had picked at her cuticles and had bitten them, too, tearing fine strips of skin. She wanted so badly to stop. It was ugly. It hurt. But she would bite them any way.”
I studied creative writing at Baldwin Wallace College and Cleveland State University. I’ve also worked with Karen Joy Fowler through Cleveland State University, and Paula McLain and Sarah Willis through The Ohio Arts Council. My short stories have been finalists for Perigee Publication for the Arts and The Fish Short Story Prize. Growing up with a mentally ill mother, I identify with Debra. Having a stalker who sent me these anonymous letters, I identify with Julie. The man who stalked me remains anonymous.