Author Archives: jenny

Dear Tissue It was an odd habit really, one I don’t admit to much– all of the balled-up tissues I used to have in my desk– in what grade was it? Fourth? The years I was fat and refused to … Continue reading →

oh a poem maybe The seal wanted to eat the girl She was pregnant with an idea She ran away from home and couldn’t find the door Her hands were tied There is a mystery in her

Where are the guys to match with my amazing friends? I have some beautiful, talented, creative women friends and they are still single. What’s the deal? Looking for a low-key old-fashioned way to meet women with a modern social networking … Continue reading →

OK, so I was browsing through the skymall catalogue and I came across the first John Wayne commemorative cuckoo clock. It had an image of his horse Dollor and I looked up Dollor and found out that John had two … Continue reading →

Icing Because I am lying on the bed waiting for a long time for him to arrive, I start to remember things from my childhood that I had forgotten. Not the small, certain things like the shape of my mother’s … Continue reading →

Last night I was doing it again. It’s an annual tradition around here. And no, it’s not the after Thanksgiving diet, although I’ve had my share of those, it’s applying for the blasted Stegner Fellowship. I’ve been doing it on … Continue reading →

I am reading with Corium magazine in the Litquake series on October 9th