“I find that I have painted my life—things happening in my life—without knowing. After painting the shell and shingle many times, I did a misty landscape of the mountain across the lake, and the mountain became the shape of the shingle—the mountain I saw out my window, the shingle on the table in my room. I did not notice that they were alike for a long time after they were painted.”

 Shell and Old Shingle VII by Georgia O’Keeffe, 1926

Shell and Old Shingle VII by Georgia O’Keeffe, 1926

I'm a writer from Ireland living in Charlottesville, Virginia. I have an MFA from the University of Virginia, where I taught fiction for two years and edited Meridian magazine. My stories, essays, reviews and interviews have appeared in The Stinging Fly, LitHub, Tammy, Passages North, The South Circular, Colony, Don't Do It magazine and Meridian. I'm at work on a collection of essays about Aunts.