short piece I wrote is up on (gulp) Karen Joy Fowler’s website.

I’ve thought about the described moment many times over, and thought about writing it, but never put it down. It’s one of those feelings you’re introduced to in some youthful incident that, whenever you encounter that emotion again, there you are again in your childhood yard, wearing your favorite sweater and smelling the mud and moss and feeling sick to your stomach.


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