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Protectress is almost here!

Creating your 2022 reading list?
PROTECTRESS is out on January 11! Protectress places the mythical gorgons in the modern world, where Athena, pumped up by all of the people who blame women for being raped, who slut-shame women who wear and do what they want, and who think that men are always, is trying to drive Medusa to suicide. Medusa, you ask. Isn’t she dead? She and her sisters managed to fool Perseus, but now Medusa’s happy life as a college professor is upended by Athena’s new negative energy, and the gorgons host a party of goddesses, nymphs, and others from myth to try to figure out how to bring Athena around to a more compassionate stance. My book is about rape culture, about the concept of the “heroic,” about solidarity, and about collaboration. It’s also got sea monsters, a dragon, several wars, lots of good dogs, and magic.
Buy it now & DM me for an exclusive signed bookplate!
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Recognizing the Truth of “Craft” published

I’m happy to announce that my article “Recognizing the Truth of ‘Craft’” has been published in The Journal for Research & Practice in College Teaching. For this special issue, the editors asked “After innovating teaching during the pandemic, what will stick?” They solicited essays from instructors across disciplines and geographical boundaries, creating a collection of often very personal responses to teaching during the COVID-19 pandemic.

The Journal is open access, and you can read my article here.

 

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Pre-order Protectress now!

You can now pre-order PROTECTRESS from Unsolicited Press! Here’s another little excerpt:

In Miami, Stheno has learned Haitian Creole, Spanish in three flavors,
how to administer the latest drugs for overdoses, to be knowledgeable
about Cuban politics.
She owns her little house and a set of
hand-painted plates.

For a while, far away from Florida,
she tried an experiment. She lived
with a man, also from the hospital.
He knew she was something primeval
or odd, not of his time,
but she never spoke of it;
and one day he brought home a dog
and talked of how he would likely outlive
this puppy, stroking its feet,
but he could still give it a good life.
And he looked at her and waited.

The dog slept on their bed
and they did not approach the topic
again even once,
but spent many happy weekends
at the dog park, their dog catching a ball
thrown by an immortal woman
wearing jeans and a baseball cap.