The Fear of Invention

The first critiques we receive always stay with us the longest and hold disproportionate position in our imaginations.  So it is for me and scientific plausibility. As a child, writing silly, childish stories, I was drawn to science fiction first. I wanted to write about robots and spaceships and aliens.  Almost immediately, the comments I […]

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The Nebulas!

Hello, darlings! I’ve just returned from the 2017 Nebula Conference. It was in Pittsburgh this year, which is an easy drive for me, and my dearest Clarion baby brother Patrick lives in the ‘burgh and our Clarion-sister Alyssa was nominated for not one but TWO categories so I had to go. It was also the […]

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Hairy for science!

I hate shaving my armpits. They’re concave, for one thing.  The skin is sensitive and the razor burn is real. So there I was, in the shower, with razor-burned pits, contemplating shaving them again.  “Does anyone even care?” I thought. That was back in March. I chose not to shave, that day, and then that […]

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So you wanna use a manual mower

I use a push-powered mower because I really love the environment. It’s also what the first lawnmower I remember was and nostalgia is a sad, powerful force. Oh, and I’m cheap. I hate spending money on things I don’t enjoy and I don’t enjoy putting gas in the lawn mower. But mostly because I love the […]

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Cinderfella

I can trace the dawn of my writing career to Cinderella.  The Disney movie.  I saw it and was blown. Away. I had a perhaps uncomfortably enthusiastic appreciation for Cinderella’s abusive life at the beginning of the film.  “The only thing that would make this better,” thought five-year-old me, “is if she were a boy!” […]

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Intelligence Vs. Instinct

So, there I was, in, what? Fourth grade? We were learning about instincts. Birds that could fly halfway around the globe to find exactly the same nesting site. Salmon swimming upstream without their parents to guide them to the pool where they were born! I raised my hand. “Why don’t we have any instincts?” I asked. […]

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The Awful Lie of Fitting In

As a teen, I felt the agony of not fitting in. Advice from my peers didn’t help.  “Dress how you want! But not in that!” I wrote many angsty teen poems about the tyrannical conformity of teal and pink penguins. I couldn’t escape ridicule for my clothes. I didn’t have control over what clothing I owned. […]

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