It is with no amount of calm that I announce my latest story is live and kicking today at BAFFLER MAGAZINE.

It’s my first Southern story in nearly 12 years, tbh, and the only thing that I let guide me while writing it was my sense of delight. This compass, of course, led me to the sinner-est and yet, in some ways, the holiest places.

So if an AA meeting is your church and the realm of kitsch is your sanctuary, settle in because this tale’s for you: “Jesus Melted Before I Could Say I’m Sorry.”

Hollatchagurl.

With big love and the comforting hum of cicadas,

LJ