I’m thrilled to share that I have a short story in the new issue of Shenandoah. “Eufaula” is, in some ways, this native Nashvillian’s love letter to the salty dog songwriters of a certain generation. I can’t help but have a special affection for those old bastards. And I’m grateful that this story has found an ideal home in a wonderful journal–one I’ve long admired. You can read my story (and the rest of the great issue) here.