These are just two of many recent and forthcoming works of fiction and non-fiction. For more, please see recent fiction and recent non-fiction.

The Transparent House
Writecorner Press online 2008

“So you’ll marry him,” you said evenly.
“Somebody has to,” I explained.

And now, here, last Friday, after lunch at the Pancake House and an afternoon at Bosky’s Wild Animal Farm and an hour discussing dinosaurs and a dinner of Boeuf Bourguignon, for I am still a good cook, you and Jeff and I bathe the boys and read them stories and put them to bed. Then we sit around the kitchen table with a bottle of wine like retired bandits. Jeff’s wardrobe hasn’t improved in eight years and my hips haven’t gotten narrower. As always I invite you to stay forever. Nature meant children to have three parents – why else did She make nannies. But you can’t stay; there’s the job back in New York, and there’s your Italian class, and you’re the only resident in our old apartment building who knows CPR. You and Jeff talk peaceably about climate change – he doesn’t believe in global warming, and you don’t even believe in the globe, my gentle flat-earther. I’m the one who fears that we’re all going to melt, to seep away. I begin to nod, and it’s catching. We go to bed.

Turkeys, Strutting Around…
The Boston Globe Online June 29, 2009

In this Darwin bicentennial year they can be honored as a seriously evolved bunch: they practice adaptation and cooperation. They seem to feel entitled to share our pleasures. Sooner or later a tom will show up on Halloween demanding his share of organic raisins. Another will strut into Town Meeting and participate in voice votes. Several already gather in a local park, maybe to practice part singing. And there are unscheduled parades down Beacon Street. The striking creatures, red spots called caruncles on their necks, flaps called wattles under their chins, stop traffic simply by displaying their feathers.