prose / fiction / plays
I am currently
exploring how family and place create connections and loneliness
in equal measure.
I try to balance the melancholy in my work with the humor of frank exchanges, made by people who cannot uphold their facades any longer. Then I investigate the heartache, ambivalence, and rage within those
hard truths.
“You whisper this life is never going to be what I want, but that it may give me what I need. You stress redemption is on the other side of shame. You remind me not to neglect my plants. That I should hug my body. Share, you say. Share everything. Scoop up this giant mystery with both hands and marvel at how stunning, intense, and horrendous it truly is.”
- I Thought You’d Be A Sparrow by Anne Adams