Remember that story about the Old Man I’ve mentioned a couple of times now? Well, here’s a more complete reconstitution. I think it still needs some work and, of course, my memory of the first story probably puts it on a pedestal it never inhabited, but this is pretty good anyway. The Old Man I…
While I was attending University of California, Santa Cruz, I took a course called “African Women” in which we studied women’s roles in various African societies. The following short story was one of my assignments. I used things from my experience in Kenya and placed them in South Africa, using information we had learned about…
Remember that short story I mentioned my teacher lost? Well, it keeps calling to me to write it again. Here’s a short scene I did for that project on July 23, 1999. “There he is again, that stinky old man,” she thought as she walked past the bus stop on the way to school. “He…
The irony of it all — the very first short story I got published isn’t much like the body of my work. It is a piece of “mundane” fiction; not speculative fiction.