A few months ago, I wrote about getting a story accepted where the editor actually asked for a few changes. The biggest change, which I now think of as a really good one, was the name. This Christmasy story was originally called "City of Dawit." It's now called "Silver Spring," after the city in Maryland where a lot of Ethiopian/Eritrean folks live.
There's not much to say about it, other than it's not short (about 7,000 words), so if you plan to read, get comfortable.
I wrote this back when I still thought Trump becoming President was the most laughable idea in politics. I didn't know then how important immigrant stories would become.
Here's the story, courtesy of The Green Hills Literary Lantern.
This story will be one of the twelve in my upcoming book, due out in about two months, so you can consider this a sneak-peak.