Summer went by quickly for me this year. With a wiggly baby and active preschooler, I spent a lot of […]
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 recently had a miscarriage, and moving through grief with God has taught me a lot about myself– especially how […]
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 […]
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.