Stories

Walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostela,” The Refresh, January 2019:

In the fiery orange of dawn, I cross the old San Marcos Bridge out of León, Spain. It’s early, but I’m far from alone. Walking poles tap-tap on ancient stone as I march ahead with the handful of other pilgrims. My first Camino day will be a 20-kilometer segment, with the goal of reaching Santiago de Compostela’s grand Cathedral in two weeks. I’m confident I can do it because this is Camino 2.0 for me.

“Finding Solitude in Jordan’s Desert,” Nashwaak Review, Vol. 38-39, Winter 2018:

It’s early morning in Rum village, gateway to Jordan’s Wadi Rum desert. Camels idle at the roadside, boys play nearby in an empty square, a sweep of austere one-story brick buildings springs up just beyond. Bedouin villagers stride with purpose in the street. Rum bursts with activity as our taxi pulls into a parking lot brimming with other vehicles and sightseers.

Cleo,” Flash Fiction Magazine, December 2017:

Every part of my body is sweating—my forehead, my armpits, even my delicates. The guy had professed a love of surprises and old movies, so I roll myself in a carpet for our first date. What the hell, I’m always up for a little drama, and my genuine Afghan rug hadn’t seen much action since I became single.

Me and Sir Paul,” Nashwaak Review, Vol. 36-37, Fall 2016:

“I’m here to meet Paul McCartney,” I say, assessing the bartender as a potential friend. It’s my first time in New York City and I want to be careful. “I mean, Sir Paul.”