I'm both elated and terrified to say that my first published story is now up at the amazing literary journal Shenandoah. Shenandoah is one of my favorite journals, one that I dreamed of publishing in long before I'd ever read an issue because its name kept showing up in the front pages of all my favorite collections. In other words: the writers I loved and admired were publishing there, and I wanted to as well.
And now...the story is called "Wings, 1989," and you can read it here.
I can't look at my own work once it's in print, but I can pour myself a big glass of wine. Which I'm off to do now. Enjoy, dear ones, and thank you.