By now, I’ve shared this all over Facebook and Twitter, but I thought I would share it here as well. I have been writing fiction for years, including three (yes, THREE) unpublished novels, one of which landed me a literary agent, thank you!
But, while I’ve published a number of nonfiction essays and one scholarly piece, I’ve never succeeded in having my fiction published until now. At the very last minute, I entered my short story, “The Birthing Room,” into the Fall/Winter Short Fiction contest held by The Piltdown Review and the rest, as they say …
A huge Thank you to Bill Shunn, editor of The Piltdown Review, who was a pleasure to work with.
This story was inspired by my father-in-law’s home in Monterey, Massachusetts, which was a stop on the Underground Railroad. There was a legend that a freedom-seeking African American woman died in the house and that her spirit haunts it still. As the only woman of color who ever visited, possibly the only woman of color who had stayed in the house since the 19th Century, I always wondered about that spirit. Who was she? And what in the world would she make of me?