Hi, I’m Jenn. I’m a storyteller by nature. I make a short story long, take five lefts and three rights, and just when you think I’m getting to the point, I say, “Wait, let me back up.”
What the Wolves Carried
A family saga in progress
What I wanted to know about my great-grandparents, Ciriaco and Elisabetta, was what their life looked like between the dates on our family tree. In 1909, in the village of Melito in the hills of Irpinia, Elisabetta hears Ciriaco whistle across the market. As for the wolves? They came to America with us.
On my bookshelf
Short Stories
Moonlit Shadows
Agata finally speaks to the figure waiting by the lake. It answers with her name.
Whispers Beneath the Torii
“You shouldn’t be here,” says the ghost beneath the sacred rope. Aiko comes back anyway, with rice, sake, and flowers.
He Can Only Come Back on Halloween Night
When Akane asks the stranger in the forest where he came from, he looks up at the sky. By sunrise, they’re still talking over tea and sweet bread. Only Tsuki knows how little time they have.
A Beatrice of My Own
Two strangers bump into each other at London’s Victoria Station. By the time he looks up again, she’s gone.
Missing In Adventure
Usually there’s a crochet hook in my hand, an audiobook in my ear, and a hundred-pound dog with a claim on my seat. Every so often I pack a bag. Come along on Instagram or read a little more about me.
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