Author Archives: Ethel Rohan

I’ll be in Ireland June 7th through June 26th. Let’s meet.

I met Cheryl Strayed last year here in San Francisco, during her The Rumpus reading with the wonderful Lidia Yuknavitch and Dylan Landis. I admit I had never heard of Cheryl before that night. Her reading, though, an excerpt from … Continue reading →

Yesterday afternoon I learned the good news that my short-short story “Keepsake” won the Tin House Plotto Contest. I phoned my husband to tell him. Afterwards, I wanted to phone my mother and tell her too. I cannot remember ever … Continue reading →

At recent readings and meetings, I’ve surprised people with my new short haircut. “You don’t look like your photo.” Methinks it’s time to update my author photo.

That’s the attitude I’m trying to fake these days. Fake until it’s real. ‘Armed & Loaded’ is an invisible tattoo dead center on my forehead. Really, my every atom is sighing FUNK. I drink Yogi herbal tea and love/hate the … Continue reading →

Mel Ulm, curator of The Reading Life, invited me to write a guest post. I happily wrote about the current spring issue of The Stinging Fly, an outstanding literary magazine out of Ireland. In particular, I wrote about an excellent … Continue reading →

is now live at HTMLGiant and titled “A Book About James Joyce’s Books About … How Many of Us Are Really Sure What?” I hope you enjoy.  

My brief response to Laura Ellen Scott’s fantastical debut novel, Death Wishing, is live at PANK. The post also includes an exciting FREE FOUR BOOK Giveaway. All you have to do is share your deepest wish. Imagine, as in Death … Continue reading →

The first-ever full print issue of BULL: Men’s Fiction includes Kevin Wilson’s wonderfully titled story “The Moon’s Face, Darkened.” The story’s premise centers on a total lunar eclipse and is a delightful mixture of outrageous, funny, and poignant gut-punch: A … Continue reading →

In our previous home, the one we moved out of last year, my carpenter/contractor husband had converted the dormer-style attic into a large, sun-filled office that we shared. Everyday I would sit in my ‘half’ of the attic at my … Continue reading →