I’m completing a memoir, The Only Girl in the Record Store, which examines a life kaleidoscopically through my evolving musical tastes—from Kenny Rogers to Thriller to the Cure and beyond—and the many tools from which I sought answers over the years: quizzes and astrology, snapshots of therapy sessions, and my Big Fish-esque father’s tantalizing mythology. It incorporates research and evocative storytelling to illuminate a lifelong quest to fit in, the midlife autism diagnosis that told me I never would, and the music that saved me along the way.
In the works: a family autofiction that shares a uniquely American multigenerational saga delving into race, secrets, and the drive for a better life in the twentieth-century American West. I also write poetry and poetic hybrid essays.
My lyric “dreamoir” (with thanks to Wendy Ortiz for the term) chapbook, Where Dreams Go When You Die, is available for publication.
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