In addition to my love of portraiture, historic clothing and costume, I also write stories. Some are available in free online journals; some must be purchased as printed books or for e-readers. Whatever the format, I encourage you to support the independent publishers who have included my stories in their anthologies and journals by purchasing their books and magazines, or making donations in support of their publications.

Thank you for your interest. Your encouragement means the world to me. – Nina

Coming Soon

Dear Dave in Letters to My Ex  [the Anthology] edited by Denise Mills

Rehab in Kaleidoscope

You Got to Throw the Little Ones Back
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, September 1, 2017
Popa always said you’d be forgiven for letting the little ones go, but I don’t know.

Sad Exchange
Breath & Shadow, Spring 2017, Volume 14, Issue 2 
Loving a man on the Asperger spectrum.

My First ‘Worst Year Ever
Door is a Jar Magazine, Issue 4, April 2017
A girl, a puppy and a man in a suit.


PATRIARCHY, Volume 43, Spring 2017 of Cliterature
Every woman has an initiation story.


The Tale Goes to the Survivor
The Identity Issue, 2017 of Windmill, the Hofstra Journal of Literature and Art
Upon learning of the death of a former lover, I contemplate our story and the telling of it.

Summer 2016 Issue of Breath & Shadow
Time condenses when you are in an aqua therapy pool. Friendships heat up, bloom and wither in an hour. Here are a few thoughts on the effect.

The Longing
The “Spoon Knife Anthology: Thoughts on Compliance, Defiance, and Resistance

Be careful when you play with darkness. The line dividing faith and fantasy is slippery.



Semper Fi
Tales of Our Lives: Reflection Pond

My father was a talented musician. In this story, I find an echo of his life during a concert by the Marine Corp Band.



The Music Issue of The Indiana Voice Journal, March 1, 2016

Have you been through a life-changing experience? Would you say you were transformed? In this piece, I talk about how a brush with death changed my outlook. And yes, part of me was transformed.


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