When I think of the wilderness, trees, bugs, animals and unfamiliar terrain come to mind. It terrifies me. In fact, I am more comfortable walking alone through the city than I am walking in the woods. Though I’m not crazy about all the city noise, I feel more in...
People keep asking me: “Are you still writing?” My answer is not always enthusiastic, “yes,” but I wish it were. I have less time and most of my energy is reserved for my child. With some help from friends, I’m trying to accept the times I’m not writing. Time is...
Sure, I had the same jeans before pregnancy, but post-pregnancy, they somehow look like ‘mom jeans’. And I wore them to AWP in Seattle. Amidst the tattoos, long beards, and “ugly” sweaters (I’m pretty sure they were being worn with ironic quotations around them), I...
I don’t hate writing. Actually, I love writing, in fact, I love it so much it feels self-indulgent to call it work. That’s when it’s going well. When it flows from the end of my fingers, onto the screen or off the tip of my pen onto the page in exactly the way I...
“Some mommies are ranchers, or poetry makers Or doctors or teachers, or cleaners or bakers Some mommies drive taxis, or sing on TV” -“Parents are People,” lyrics by Harry Belafonte and Marlo Thomas I’m a “poetry maker” mommy. And that means, for better or...
