I saw our dear border collie Taj for the last time just a few days before we lost him--the same day, incidentally, I drove to Calistoga for four incredible days at LitCamp, where I met Pulitzer Prize winners and got to nerd out on fiction. Laurel graduated from her master's program in San Francisco. It has rained on us intermittently and the sky is one huge mood. May is always an insane time of year, the time of year that stories are planted. It's time for me to sow.
writer. editor. doodler. er.
Writings in the Raw
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.