I recently learned that my story "Just a Cupful," set in New Mexico, was a finalist for Narrative Magazine's "30 Below" contest. It was inspired by the first trip I ever took to New Mexico in 2003, and written the last time I was there about a year and a half ago. There's something about that state that cracks me open to write. Just last week, I got to drive through that miraculous landscape again on a slight detour from Boston back to the Bay. Sure enough, I wrote another story in my mind as we traced our way through the backroads and the low, thick light of November. Here's to hoping my story finds a home, soon--though it didn't seem much to matter out on those limb-like stretches of tarmac and dust and dirt, where we collected wooden roses.