Growing up we had an Alaskan Malamute named Badger. He was a gentle dog, with lovely brown eyes (one of the characteristics that dintinguish malamutes from huskies) and thick, oily fur. His howl would cut to the bone and often drove our neighbors crazy. Badger liked to chew many things, his favorites were the living room sofa and my newest box of 64 crayons. He died in his sleep at the age of nine. I was the one who found him curled up in his usual spot as if he were merely sleeping.
I came across this article about the famous Alaskan Sled dog race and discovered a sadder side of the story: Cruel Traditions: The Alaskan Iditarod
- Originally from Vermont, I now live in North Carolina. My work can be found in recent issues of REAL: Regarding Arts and Letters, The Jabberwock Review, The Emerson Review, Storyglossia, The MacGuffin, Confrontation, Passages North, SmokeLong Quarterly, elimae, wigleaf, and Pank, among others, and forthcoming from Gargoyle #57 and REAL: Regarding Arts and Letters. One of my stories has been translated into Farsi by Asadollah Amraee, and many others by Jalil Jafari, two of which have been published in the Iranian journal, Golestaneh Magazine. For two years I worked as an assistant editor for Narrative Magazine. Currently, I serve as a mentor for Dzanc's Creative Writing Sessions. I'm working on two novels and a short story collection. In May, I was awarded the Carol Houck Smith Contributor Scholarship for the 2011 Bread Loaf Writers' Conference.