I am interested in the experience of sisterhood. From nunneries to Sororities to mature ties between mothers and daughters and old friends. The secrets we tell each other in the dark. the small ceremonies we keep in our quotidian lives. the fearsome lies and truths and small betrayals. The moments of blind emotion and beauty. The binding loyalties of blood and salt. the inheritance of regret and pride and longing. Women have so many stories they carry. We keep them as parcels, as weights we throw into the sea. Some wait to be found. Others speak loud to be heard. I find them all strong transcendent terrrifying and fragile all at the same time. I have some ideas on writing new fiction but the specifics flood me. Every once in a while I’ll see a photo and the urge to tell a story overwhelms me.

Photo: Osamu Yokonami


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