A little fish.

Earlier this week, my husband got sick of the "weeds" [his word; I call them "chicken greens"] in our front yard, and he sought a quote to have a stranger pull them out. The quote equated to a rate of more than $70/hr. I was gobsmacked. This is more than I make copy editing. Then …

What happens in Amsterdam.

Reading lots of words on screen can get tedious and eye-hurty, so today I am sharing a soundbite. This is me reading 'What happens in Amsterdam', my flash fiction piece published in the February 2015 issue of Gravel Magazine: I hope you enjoy, and that your Friday is fabulous so far, Hannah.