⚝ Magica

I've been writing about my spiritual practices for over a decade and so these essays specifically live on their own page.

🜁 Other Non-Fiction

Nerdy Parenting: Thoughts on parenting as a nerd and on the idea of raising a nerd.

Personal Library Collections Policy: An exercise in how I think about the books I buy, keep, and remove, with the goal of being more intentional about what I bring into my home.

Linkrot: On website existentialism and digital decay

Writing As a Relationship: Thoughts on how most of my relationships are defined by writing, and especially how co-writing is an exercise in intimacy.

🜂 Fiction

Leusana: A world where gods came to earth and humans live with the consequences.

Aftertaste: When she came Below, Cassandra came with her head held high and her eyes unclouded.

Antimony and Lead: The world ended weeks ago and Lacey’s been cast out of the safe bunker she called home with her husband and sister-wives. Now she’s got to figure out where she should go and who she can trust to stay alive in post-apocalyptic Utah.

Baggage: Garcia’s been quietly building her practice as a freelance supernatural troubleshooter in Phoenix for years, and is almost ready to break into full-time if she can just deal with a thief, a library ghost, man-eating mermaids and her own relationship issues.

God Knows Even Angels Fall: The investigation of grief, god, obedience and ascenstion.

The Heart is Deceitful: From my Superhero project, adventures in a bad breakup

Like Graffiti On The Walls Of The Heartland: Gloria's running, but she's just running in circles.

My Own Vineyard: But my own vineyard is mine to give;/ the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon,/ and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

Now I'm Just Somebody That I Used To Know: A meditation on grief, theology, and the thin line between suicidal ideation and apotheosis.

The Ranch: The ranch was nearly untouched, perched on a mesa outside Sedona, acres of reclaimed wild desert surrounding it.

Through the Screen Doors: I started to think that city life was something I'd been saved from somehow, by fate and by Frank. That lasted until Jude and her husband moved in.