Last fall, I received the enormous gift of an extended conversation with poet Julie L. Moore, facilitated by Ruminate Magazine. Here […]
Last week, I had the unexpected pleasure of trying out five days of pre-made vegan meals through a new delivery […]
I’m delighted to share my essay “Through,” published this month on Coffee + Crumbs. This essay is about how becoming a […]
Here’s a short essay on how I write poems, a contribution to the “25th Hour” column at Mothers Always Write, on process […]
I recently had a miscarriage, and moving through grief with God has taught me a lot about myself– especially how […]
Read my essay from November about childhood growth charts. In it, I reflect on what it means to measure your child’s growth, and your […]
This is an article about how community gardens preserve valuable intercultural knowledge about growing, cooking, and eating food– something […]
When we first started dating, Lyle and I used to read aloud to each other. Dating seems like a funny word for it. […]
I forgot to post that I have an article up at Hip Mama! In September, I participated in the Literary […]
Here’s a poem I wrote in response to Tina Modotti’s “Baby Nursing, Mexico City,” a 1926 photograph posted as part […]
Here’s my latest short introduction for Image Journal‘s Poetry Friday column. Marjorie Stelmach’s poem “After” is a tender and nuanced […]
Take a risk or leap with your creativity and tell me about it in the comments below. If your story grabs […]
For me, reviving my writing practice has meant tuning into what works today, and taking one step at a time. It has meant being fierce—I will find time to write today because it’s important. And flexible—I will accept the amount and quality of time I have today, even if it’s five minutes, and trust that both will grow and deepen with time.
Here’s a poem I wrote in response to a photo prompt on Vox Poetica, a photo called Alberta Bound by […]
Here's a letter I wrote for Dear Earth With Love, a collaborative community chronicle of personal stories about climate change.
Kristin George Bagdanov's poem "More Strange" is a compact powerhouse of emotion and complexity. I've been thinking about it a lot these past few weeks, moving through some heavy sadness over the brokenness of our world, while simultaneously beginning to wean my 14-month-old. I've been feeling weighed down by the violence in the news and grappling with my vulnerability, wanting to protect my child from what I have so little control over. It's easy to forget God's sovereignty and providence. It's all too easy to imagine that grief and pain have the last word.