The first time Gina Ochsner was in The New Yorker, months ago, I wrote a column about it. (She’s great, no one’s heard of her, she lives in rural Oregon somewhere, and she got into The New Yorker by just sending stuff in unsolicited, without an agent, the old-fashioned way. That story was republished in a collection that came out a couple months ago, which I also wrote about.)

Anyway now, today, she’s got another story in the magazine.