Stories with Grit

I grew up reading glossy magazines like many other Gen X girls. Seventeen. YM. Lucky. I loved them all. And I dreamed about publishing my own stories someday. It only took a few decades, a pandemic, and a nudge from my best friend to make that first pitch. Today I’m finding my voice on printed pages with more grit than gloss. Now isn’t that ironic?

As printed in Good Grit Magazine.