Important update to my wall. I’m officially represented by @juliestevensonpfarr @mmqlit . A few months ago I found a letter in a collapsing cardboard box that my mother had shipped to me after cleaning out…
Posts tagged writing
“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…
Book Project Excerpt, “Hooded,” Published on Atticus Review
I should just come out and say this: I have a book project. Here’s an excerpt, titled Hooded and published on Atticus Review. Thank you for reading! (Ps. If you have feedback, send it…
#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…
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)…
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 My Instagram feed is being fed a regular diet of photos from albums previously buried by outdated technology.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…
seeking a mindful minute
I’m remembering, The unwritten life is fast food eaten standing up. A mindless conveyor motion of bits to mouth. Yet the primary ingredient of memory, I’m certain, is reflection. And the unwritten is the unreflected….
at the end of the day
WRITING HAS MORE TO DO WITH MATH than luck, talent or training. It’s simple statistics: discipline and exercise make a writer. This MAY be more naïve hope than natural law, for I started writing with…
to wake up wondering
Oh. Creaky, rusty fingers. Of which I would prefer to point at the Himalayan monsoons in blame. But really, we all know, the real culprit is disuse. Blog content comes to me like the first…
where it’s gone
I miss my writing too. But in the way that I miss and love my mom. Feeling grounded by the fact that she’s there. Yet not needing to live in a bedroom in her house….