In early June, my essay about waiting to miscarry appeared on Coffee + Crumbs. “When You See The Heartbeat” is […]
Last fall, I received the enormous gift of an extended conversation with poet Julie L. Moore, facilitated by Ruminate Magazine. Here […]
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 […]
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 […]
I forgot to post that I have an article up at Hip Mama! In September, I participated in the Literary […]
Here’s my latest short introduction for Image Journal‘s Poetry Friday column. Marjorie Stelmach’s poem “After” is a tender and nuanced […]
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.
In late June, I learned that my poem "Yellow" won the 2016 Janet McCabe Poetry Prize at Ruminate Magazine. The poem will be published in the September 2016 issue. Ruminate is one of my favorite publications, and its arrival in my mailbox is one of the small but great pleasures in my life. It's beautiful. It's print. It still comes in the mail. And it's quarterly, which means several months of anticipation between issues-- a novelty in an age when it seems we hardly have to wait to read anything anymore.