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


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Say a Little Prayer



Coming August 31, 2018

How Desolate Was Its Abandonment &
With her Fog and the Diamond Sky

In the Bleak Mid-Winter
West Texas Literary Review, March 2018 Issue
There are many ways to grieve. Some turn to faith, others take a different path.

The Tale Goes to the Survivor
Letters Anthology – A Letter to My Ex, January 23, 2018
Upon learning of the death of a former lover, I contemplate how to tell our story.

The Things I Seen
Halfway Down the Stairs, December 2017, The Spilt Milk Issue
“You know, I seen men die right in front of me.”
I lower my cup of coffee and stare over the rim into his eyes…

You Got to Throw the Little Ones Back
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, September 1, 2017
Popa always said God will bless you for letting the little ones go.

Sad Exchange
Breath & Shadow, Spring 2017, Volume 14, Issue 2 
Loving a man on the Autism 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
I contemplate how to tell a story that began forty years earlier.

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

I find an echo of my father’s music during a concert by the Marine Corp Band.



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

How a brush with death changed my outlook.


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