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…
Browsing Category the writing life
“Feral” Wins First Place in Pacific Literary Review’s Creative Nonfiction Contest
I racked up 80+ litmag rejections in 2019. But something funny happened in 2020, and I just received three essay publication acceptances in one week. Here’s the first one. They say never write about dead…
#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…
Door Closed, Door Open: Notes on Literary Friendship & Residency — A Guest Blog Post on LightHouseWriters.org
Had a good deal of fun working with Courtney Zenner on this guest blog post for LightHouseWriters.org on the topic of our shared writing residency experience. Head on over to read it! Door Closed, Door…
tips for mamas at writing residency
It’s my last day of seven spent in the bliss of writing residency at the Wellstone Center. I’m not ready to fold my sweaters into my bag quite yet, but I do want to wrap up a short list of tips for mamas at writing residency (or any parent about to to downshift via writing retreat)…
“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…
what’s happening here; a quick Fall 2017 update
You might have noticed some plumes of odd activity around this site. My Instagram feed is being fed a regular diet of photos from albums previously buried by outdated technology. Tiny urls are pointing to…
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.
An Introvert’s Step-by-Step Guide to Her 40th Birthday Party
An Introvert’s Step-by-Step Guide to Her 40-th Birthday Party Step 1: Get it Straight. By birthday party, an introvert means being alone. That is the only way she authentically parties. By introvert, a girl could…
a shimmering sand canvas
Sister wives, Yep, I’m going to steal that apt title right hear and now. As what we have in common seems, pound for pound, more than a man, and at least as strong as a…