Hello out there. My baby boy is three months old, the fourth trimester has come to an end, and I’ve […]
Awfully quiet around here lately! In the fall, I was busy preparing a bundle of grant proposals for a client […]
Here’s my latest intro for Image Journal‘s Poetry Friday column. I’m writing about Marjorie Stelmach’s poem “Cellar Door,” from Issue […]
Last week, I had the unexpected pleasure of trying out five days of pre-made vegan meals through a new delivery […]
When we first started dating, Lyle and I used to read aloud to each other. Dating seems like a funny word for it. […]
Take a risk or leap with your creativity and tell me about it in the comments below. If your story grabs […]
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.
I've been going through old journals and files lately, gleaning inspiration for current projects and making more space, physically and mentally. Here are a few excerpts from four years ago, when I used to practice "morning pages" from Julia Cameron's Artist's Way.
It has been a big month! The anthology I’ve been editing over the past year is finally finished, printed, and […]
When I was younger, I did my writing on the edges, in early morning and early evening. On the porch […]