Writings in the Raw

For Boston

Julia Halprin Jackson April 15, 2013

I was at work when I heard what happened in Boston today. Roughly 23,000 runners started the prestigious Boston Marathon early this morning--and only 17,580 crossed the finish line after two hidden bombs were detonated, killing three and injuring more than a hundred. The irony of it, stealing healthy people of their limbs just before accomplishing a major physical feat--it hit me in the knees. It's macabre. It's cruel.

For Boston: that you rebuild, that you heal, that you find strength.

Julia Halprin Jackson

writer. editor. doodler. er.

I write.

I doodle.

I'm at work on my first book, a collection of linked short stories that follows a community of expatriates living on the southern coast of Spain.

I care about stuff. Like curing type 1 diabetes. And marriage equality. And rights for immigrants. And public radio. And espanol. And Frank O'Hara and Jennifer Egan and Federico Garcia Lorca and Tony Kushner. You know, cool stuff.

I make postcards that are also stories.

Sometimes I read stories and poems out loud.

Sometimes I go to conferences.

You can find my short stories, essays, poems and flash fictio in a variety of places in print and online. If you Google really hard, you might find the two short radio pieces I produced on a badass NPR affiliate in San Francisco.

This is where you can go to find out who I am.