Monday, November 07, 2016

I Made A Thing or Two

My first book of short stories, Benedicta Takes Wing, will be published in 2017 by Philippine American Literary House. So...I thought maybe I should finally get one of those website thingamajigs. You can come check it out here.

My new favorite thing is TinyLetter! You can subscribe to Nesting Ground 2.0 here.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Forwarding Address

I've officially feathered my new nest at Medium. I hope you'll open an account and follow me there:

Even if you don't open an account, you can always read along. See you!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

How Many Times Do I Have to Invite You to @Medium?!

Fresh writing from me at Midcentury Modern:

Illustration by my daughter, ©Vida Wadhams

Good Girls, Then and Now

The men who knocked on our front door may or may not have had the hulking frames that persist in my memory. I was only 8-years-old and accustomed mostly to the slight builds of my Filipino fathers and uncles, so it's entirely possible that these other men—all white men—weren't even six feet tall.

One of them was named Frank, and he often arrived neat in his firefighter blues. Off-duty, his jacket of choice was the classic Derby. Another appeared in worn work pants and work boots, but always with a clean, plaid shirt. Also of note: his left ear did not exist. It had been sheared off, quite neatly, for reasons unknown, and it took all the concentration I could muster not to stare at what was, essentially, a rather large hole on the side of the man's head. The other visitors existed on a continuum between these two, and though time has transformed them into a single generic man, I'm sure I knew all their names at the time.

Click here to read the rest, and click the green heart at the end of it, would ya?!

Saturday, August 08, 2015

The Slipstream

I think I'm really taking to my Medium experiment. Here's my fourth piece:

The Slipstream
Or: What the Hell is DigiTour?

Years ago I often drove the long stretches of empty highway between San Francisco and Santa Barbara with only a Diet Coke and Dave Matthews Band for company. Sometimes another car materialized out of nowhere, pulled up close, and settled in just behind me, slightly off to the right. If I sped up or slowed down, it did the same. This was perfect fodder for my tendency towards paranoia: Was I being chased? Would I be kidnapped or run off the road? Left in a ditch? WHAT WAS EVEN HAPPENING?

Read the rest right here!