Yay!
There was a time when it seemed every magazine wanted a Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz story. I rarely got rejected. And then there was a period when it felt all I was getting was rejected. I much prefer the yeses.
("Wading" will appear in Poor Mojo's Almanac(k). I like them a lot. Every five acceptances gets you something. Clothing or liquor. When I was in San Francisco, Morgan (one of the editors) paid up and bought me dinner. I got a cool t-shirt once. Maybe this time, I'll go for a margarita, frozen with x-tra salt.)
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