Published inNo End In SightI’m Just Living My Life with Schizoaffective DisorderMost people want me dead or locked up because of the illness I was born with. It’s a weight I’ve had to bear all my life.Nov 14, 20193Nov 14, 20193
Loteria: RebootedA post-apocalyptic reimagining of Shirley Jacksons, “The Lottery”Nov 7, 2019Nov 7, 2019
“Valley of the Dolls,” Grad School Guilty Pleasure“I kicked pills, booze and the funny farm, I don’t need anybody or anything” — Neely O’HaraNov 6, 2019Nov 6, 2019
Andrea Lambert: my (small press) writing dayI’m this studio’s “writer in residence,” I joke. If I can’t afford pro residencies? I’ll DIY one alone all night in my girlfriends apartmentNov 6, 2019Nov 6, 2019
Portrait of the Artist as a Crazy Cat LadyLiving as a solitary, aging female writer with no regrets.Nov 3, 2019Nov 3, 2019
Blue Feathers in Grandma’s BasementDrummed out of Los Angeles by the rising tide of gentrification, I watch palm trees fade into oblivion in my rearview mirror.Nov 2, 2019Nov 2, 2019
Schizoaffective Queer RomanceWhen love is a battlefield and no one can be trusted.Nov 1, 2019Nov 1, 2019
San Francisco Sex Writer in 2004I was in the back of the car. Mira was in the front with Jeff. His arms whirled as he swerved down McAllister to Fillmore. Painted ladies…Oct 31, 2019Oct 31, 2019