John Lennon and the Chicken Holocaust, A Short Story

My mother considered the anniversary of John Lennon’s murder to be the most important date in American history. She even wrote our congressional representative every year about making it a national holiday. She had yet to receive a response. That did not stop her from holding a wake in his honor every year on the date of his death. Of course, as he daughter, I seemed fated to ruin it.

This and other stories are available in Ghost Country: A Novel