I'm represented by Erzsi Deàk at HEN & INK Literary.
Story "In Her Hand," reprinted in the November/December 2012 issue of CRICKET Magazine, illustrated by Vivian Nguyen, Vol. 40, number 3.
My poem "WHAT Was The Question?" appeared in the September 2010 issue.
CIRCLES JOINED TO CIRCLES: Real Stories by Real Women on Mothers, Daughters and Sisters. Released in conjunction with the award winning web-series, My Bitch-Witchy Paris Vacation. ebook edited and published by Alexis Niki, 2010. Story, "Jump Off That Bridge" by Ann Jacobus
SURPRISE ME! HOW THE UNEXPECTED TRANSFORMS READERS AND WRITERS IN CHILDREN'S LITERATURE, Article in WRITE4CHILDREN, The University of Winchester Press, Volume 2, Issue 1 (2010)
LINES IN THE SAND: New Writing on War and Peace. Story, "In Her Hand," by Ann Jacobus Kordahl. Edited by Mary Hoffman & Rhiannon Lassiter. London: Frances Lincoln, 2003. New York:The Disinformation Company, 2003
WORKS IN PROGRESS
WILL & MITCH THE MIGHTY
Middle Grade Novel
“You know," said the animal shelter attendant, "They’re very protective and loyal.”
“Small but surprisingly fierce. Just be careful of their hairless skin. They are prone to sunburn. And acne.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” Mom said.
“Mitch,” said Will again, addressing the Chinese Crested Hairless who jumped up against the cage. The little dog gave one sharp bark, as if he wanted to put in a good word for himself. His pointed teeth crowded together and pointed in different directions like they were each arguing about what he should say.
“Mom, this is the one.”
Mitch’s tail wagged like mad.
Young Adult Novel
A tumbleweed snagged in the windshield wiper of the old Lincoln and lashed repeatedly against the glass. Bertram Owens yelped and swerved, slinging the spindly thing into a ditch. His heartbeat revved.
Third tumbleweed this week.
A sign from Charlie, as clear as they come.
Time to move on.
It was big as a rider mower and had practically forced itself into the front seat.
“Flippin’ A, Chuck. Be a little more subtle why don’t you,” Bertram said to the roof of the car.
RAZORBACK IN PARIS (Working Title)
Older YA Novel
A black, patent leather, low-heeled pump lies on its side in the gravel between the Metro rails. “Oh,” Summer breathes. Her knees have gone rubbery. That solitary shoe slams it all home to her. “It’s so sad,” she says.
The guy tilts his head. “Not necessarily. If the woman jumped, it may have been a release.” He pauses. “A deliverance.”
Summer blinks at him, then spins and pushes her way to the exit stairs, unexplainable heat creeping up her neck and face. She reminds herself that even thought that's what she was thinking, the guy can’t read her mind and doesn’t mean anything by those words.