My Pushcart-nominated piece “The Lurching Horror of Kennewick Road” begins, “At the dinner table Carolyn’s little brothers are mixing gray peas and black cranberry sauce, stuffing them in bread sandwiches. She cuts a small piece of ash-coloured turkey and tries to chew. Her ribs still ache from yesterday…”
This piece began as a story my mom told me about her childhood. A large portion of it is true.
When the original version of this story failed to gain any traction, I turned to editor Dina Strasser, who shaped this story so beautifully. It was a shadow of itself before her feedback. If you’d like to hire Dina, you can find her on Twitter @DinaStrasser.