Article: Paleoartists In Washington Post

I wrote about paleoartists for The Washington Post. Excerpt: Most people know what a Tyrannosaurus rex looked like. Its snarling teeth, slashing tail and tiny arms make it one of the most recognizable dinosaurs that roamed the planet. Yet if…

Short Story In 2019 Best Small Fictions

I’m excited that my short story “Sleep Disturbance” will be included in the 2019 Best Small Fictions Anthology. “Sleep Disturbance” was published last year in The Forge Literary Magazine. You can read it here.

Article: The First and Last Lives of Jack London

For the fabulous new magazine The Journal of Alta California, I wrote about the mysterious fire that took down Jack London’s mansion in California wine country. Here’s an excerpt of the article: In 1898, Jack London was trapped in an…

Essay In Slate: Spotting Liars in YouTube Clips

For Slate, I wrote an essay about how I waste time by spotting liars in clips on YouTube. It all started with a click on a YouTube talk by former CIA Officer Susan Carnicero. As I watched, riveted, Carnicero went…

Article: Ethnic Cleansing in America’s West

For Longreads, I uncovered a shocking part of America’s history. In the 1880s, thousands of Chinese-Americans were driven from towns up and down the West Coast. Their neighborhoods were destroyed, their belongings stolen, and their lives threatened. The first incident…

Essay: The Talking Walls of Angel Island

I wrote an essay for La Review of Books. It’s about the Chinese poems on the walls of Angel Island Detention Center. From 1910 to 1940, the Angel Island Immigration Station processed 175,000 Chinese immigrants. It was called the “Ellis…

Short Story: Sleep Disturbance

I wrote a short-short for The Forge Literary Magazine. It’s called Sleep Disturbance: They say we’re primates, but you looked like a bear as you padded through the blue light of my neighbourhood, naked. More Here.

LitHub: My Year of Smoke

I wrote an essay for Literary Hub. It’s about the California wildfires, Climate Change, and the writing of Frankenstein. Excerpt: The campground in Oregon is foggy in the morning. The air is soft and clean. I walk out of my…