My latest bit of nonfiction will be appearing in the upcoming winter issue of New England Review. It is an excerpt from my memoir that involves GI Joes, my parents’ divorce, and my father’s failing health. More than anything, in my mind, it is a letter of appreciation to my brother, Rye.
I’ll let you know when it is out. For now, I am in the depths of the quest for representation of this memoir.
In other news, I had the pleasure of interviewing Chelsea Hicks (WahZhaZhe), author of a Calm and Normal Heart, for Boulevard Magazine. We discuss writing while Native, land acknowledgments, language, and The Killers of the Flower Moon, among other things. It should be arriving in the next issue, so be on the lookout for that. It’s a good conversation.
The piece, like “Worry,” was very personal and very easy to write. I wrote it to process and in some ways escape the death of my dog (the handsome fella to the right). It just flowed out. After it was done, I was reminded of the sheer biological necessity of my writing. This catharsis was vital. I knew I’d done it right when, after the rush of writing and editing and submitting, I felt scooped out and empty. I’d been excavated. For several days, I lay on the couch and could do nothing. It hurt and was numb and felt good all at once.