When You See the Heartbeat at Coffee + Crumbs 

In early June, my essay about waiting to miscarry appeared on Coffee + Crumbs. "When You See The Heartbeat" is a short essay describing the two weeks between an unpromising first ultrasound just before Christmas, when the heartbeat was detectable but weak, and a second scan after the new year. Writing this essay helped me … Continue reading When You See the Heartbeat at Coffee + Crumbs 

Creative Lives: In Conversation with Julie L. Moore at Ruminate Magazine

Last fall, I received the enormous gift of an extended conversation with poet Julie L. Moore, facilitated by Ruminate Magazine. Here is Part 1 of the series "Creative Lives," a slightly edited version of our email exchange in which we discuss the highs and lows of pursuing a life in poetry. In Part 2, we discuss writing … Continue reading Creative Lives: In Conversation with Julie L. Moore at Ruminate Magazine

On Anxiety, Prayer, and Mothering at Hip Mama

I forgot to post that I have an article up at Hip Mama! In September, I participated in the Literary Kitchen Personal Essay Intensive, and wrote the rough drafts of five new essays in under two weeks. This is one of them. (This was an incredible workshop I highly recommend for both new and experienced writers! … Continue reading On Anxiety, Prayer, and Mothering at Hip Mama

Marjorie Stelmach’s “After” in Image Journal

Here's my latest short introduction for Image Journal's Poetry Friday column. Marjorie Stelmach's poem "After" is a tender and nuanced meditation on grief. I love this weekly showcase of beautiful poems from the Image archives, and I especially love the challenge of writing the briefest of reflections on a poem. It's getting me back into the … Continue reading Marjorie Stelmach’s “After” in Image Journal

On Kristin George Bagdanov’s poem “More Strange” at Image Journal

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.