She got out of bed and went over to the window. The old wooden frame was drafty, the panes opaque with frost. A polar vortex,…
It was a tricycle, abandoned in some weeds along the river, that prompted this story. In my first draft, I began with section 2, the…
“Snow” is also a piece of a larger, work-in-progress series of stories. Winter in a northern village vanishes overnight and is replaced by a scorching…
Almost a decade ago, when I was in the thick of writing the first drafts of “The Itch” and the other linked stories in Radical…
Her first day on the job at the Garden Café, Ana was stunned at the sight of Cecilia Weber—young and blonde, as tall as a…
Several years ago I was taking a walk on a dark winter’s evening and hit upon the idea to write about the assassinations, mainly those…
“Miracle” is a weighty word in the best of times and perhaps never weightier than in, as you say, times of plague. I was raised…
Milletti’s narrator in Choke Box: a Fem-Noir (University of Massachusetts Press, 2019) carries a distinct vision, precision, and power. It’s difficult for writers to be…