This book began as a poem I couldn’t finish. I wrote the first lines in the back of a classroom at my first #writing craft talk seven years ago. I couldn’t finish the poem, because…
Browsing Category motherhood
“Two Breaths” published in The Kenyon Review July/August ’22 Issue
My essay TWO BREATHS has found such a beautiful home and community in the pages of the newest @kenyonreview (July/August ’22) in an issue dedicated to climate themes and “Angry Mamas.” The piece shares space with so…
The Endling: Facing Extinction Denial in the Eyes of the Last Vaquita @ Orion Magazine
To avoid awakening only after what we love is pronounced dead, we need to sit up. To sit upright and shake our pain awake—
until it hurts us into action.
Essay on Navigating Motherhood & Climate Grief published on HuffPost Personal
This paragraph from my HuffPost piece was cut to meet word count, so I’m reinserting it here, because I can do that. 😊 Also, super honored by the fantastic accompanying art made by @mariamedem (thank you!): “My…
“Oncoming” Essay, published @Catapult Magazine
I have an essay published this week on Catapult about my grief for the ecological future of my children, and how I comprehend my fear of the slow-moving disaster via the acute trauma of a…
#literarythingsmykidssay
I’ve been posting these on my Instagram feed, but wanted to make a home for the whole collection of #literarythingsmykidssay on seekingsol.com too…
“Four Circles” Published in Bat City Review Issue #14
It took me three years to write this personal essay. And I’m still in shock seeing my name in print in the table of contents of a literary journal. But mostly I’m feeling overwhelmed with…
Birdlife
MY Jonathan still loves to fly, still more than anything else in the world. But there are 365 bedtimes in a year. So when I’m feeling political, which is often, my Jonathan protects the undefended, fights the ugly balding seagull bully, and is an up-stander in the face of seagull gangs. When I’m feeling romantic, Jonathon traverses oceans on wobbly wings to reach far away islands where he’ll swoop under waterfalls and over sunrises. When I’m feeling introverted my Jonathan loves more than anything else to be alone, breezing by jagged cliff sides and crashing waves in games of self-amusement.
The gene of being.
(Thank you @Susie for the prompt.) Riva, dear Riva, Sweet, fierce, gorgeous heart and girl of 20-months of life. Can you feel our faces following yours? Your mama-moon and father-sun faces orbiting your every step,…
from the fertile ground
The doors keep opening, And though my head is still heavy for the pillow, I accept it as a slamming omen, To at least write this sentence, About opening, slamming, sentence-rising, omens. It came to…