"A Box of Winter" is now live at Flash Fiction Online!

My odd, little flash story, "A Box of Winter," about Robert Redford is up at Flash Fiction Online. The first few lines are below, but you can read the whole (quick) affair by clicking here.

"I was watching a documentary about Robert Redford when Robert Redford walked in. He was still dusted over with snow from skiing. In my paint ­covered jeans and beanie, Is howed him around the house. He lifted things gently and asked questions. I answered carefully. ‘Over there is a music box I’ve had since I was a baby.’ He wound the little box, and it played a warbly tune. ‘Here is a stone from the Great Kei River in South Africa.’ He held the stone . . ."

With great thanks, too, to editor Suzanne Vincent.

A tiny essay for your Monday.

my mother, rowing the laundry ashore (circa 1984)

Three years ago, I published a very brief, lyric piece of nonfiction in Waccamaw. It's called "Glass House: The First Moment of Her Leaving," and it's about my mother first meeting (or seeing) my father. You can read it here. With thanks to the lovely Cara Blue Adams.