It’s fun to write with your friends. Check out this joint I wrote with Elissa Bassist, whose last name should really be Badassist.
“You are worried that you might have to take some money out of your savings account. A savings account. That’s so hot.”
“I adored this little gem, it’s a perfect object, a whopper of a story, alive and breathing with details, names, places, smells, and moments, some good, some not so good.”
Read the whole review, here.
The story of pigeon, hashbrowns, and facts.
Download the Mini-book here.
“”Even Jodi has gotten fingered,” Mark whispered as we moved through the empty kitchen on our way past the sanctuary toward the pool where Sister Donna took us to swim every Friday after school. I slid my hands along the cold stainless steel countertop where Sister Donna made her breads: braided long and skinny, or stacked sweet buttery fortresses of snowballs.”
read the whole story at The Chicago Reader…