Chill vibes from Minneapolis (and I did write that chapter)
Sunrise reflecting off the downtown Mpls skyline Not even two weeks into 2026 and I feel like there’s been a year worth of news. As I write this, I’m sitting...
A Confession for the Holidays
Remember in September I said I’d give myself a few weeks off? Well, I have a confession. I haven’t started the new book yet. I have a plot and a first page...
Fall, my favorite season
Neighborhood leaves Do you ever find a particularly pretty leaf and you carry it with you for a block? Just because you want to appreciate how magical it is...
Book Release and a Party
Hey all, “Liar, Cheater, Sinner, Saint” was released on Sept 30. Well, the e-book. I was a bit late on the print files. The print version is now available...
Publishing, oh, publishing
Hello, more than a month later. Like a week and a month? It’s summer, okay? Somehow life is busier when the kids aren’t in school. Anyway, news. The world is...
On the Thames, thoughtful consumption, and finding joy in creation
Three mushroom prints hanging on a wall I got these three lovely mushroom prints when I ordered Mycelia, a lovely board game where you get to play a...
The ugly and the beautiful, and some lessons from whitewater
Do you do that thing where you add last minute items to your to-do list just to cross it off? Just to feel like you’re making progress? It’s been that sort...
Book news, art and (sorry) politics
Hello everyone! I did promise approximately monthly catchups. Which clearly I haven't done. So even though it’s late here I thought I’d write a little bit....
Coincidences and new book
Hey all - Domestic Threats is probably the most personal of the novels I’ve written because the events that inspired it are so recent. The characters, as...
The Route, Part 2: Greta’s Bikes
Writer’s notes: This will probably be the last post on Substack. If your next kind of sometimes probably monthly email arrives from a new platform, don’t be...
Domestic Threats: Chapter 2
A sample chapter of the next novel
Until Help Comes, Part 2
Three days later, Jenna watched the news footage. She saw what she couldn’t see that day; the police rushing past the column of students and her and...
Until Help Comes, Part 1
“Can an automatic soap dispenser be racist?” Jenna scanned the lecture hall as she asked the question. A student wearing a red hat in the front row rolled...
Dancing for the Algorithm
A poke in the stomach jarred Wally awake. “Ow,” he mumbled. “Wally, get up.” Rose shook his shoulder. Wally felt around on the nightstand for his phone. It...
By a Thousand Cuts
Tara drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited in the bank parking lot. Going in as a group would be more intimidating. Never waste an...
Countdown
Three months to go Keith stuffed his sleeping bag into the compression sack and put it in his desk drawer. Once upon a time he had used his sleeping bag to...
The Route, Part 1
“You’re drunk,” Bruno said to his friend. Keith swerved to avoid the curb and then looked at his phone mounted on the dash. They were a little blue dot...
