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When I was in first grade, I took it upon myself to teach my sister to read. I couldn't stand by and not share the wonder of the written word! I never shook that love for the written word, the way it opens up new possibilities and connections. Since then, I have worked as a print magazine editor, web content editor, copyeditor, writer, writing coach and poet.
In over a decade of publishing experience, I've eschewed countless instances of passive voice and helped people tell their stories whether it's a student, homeowner, interior designer or small business owner. I'd love to collaborate. Find me on LinkedIn and get in touch!
The book of poems explores inner and outer worlds and the embodied experience when life isn't what you expect. https://wipfandstock.com/search-results/?keyword=tender+sieve
Poet Jolene Nolte writes about how meditation helped ground and connect her to God's presence during a challenging time
Artist Bryana Russell talks about her exhibition "Making Womb" and her theological reflections on female embodiment.
A look at the beloved mid-century outdoor furniture company’s legacy.
Meet Hazy Sunshine, makers of cushions and fringed umbrellas in retro, floral patterns with carefree, sun-soaked vintage vibes.
How to get your home ready for summer with cottage friendly cooling.
How do you insulate a mid century home? We talked with a contractor who knows his Eichler and Krisel and also heating and AC.
Whenever fall arrives in your climate zone, here are some ideas for trees that will look great now and later.
One morning when she was twenty-six years old, Simone Weil waited outside an unemployment office, hoping to find more factory work. She'd been fired from her previous factory job and needed to find another. That morning, she did not find the work she needed; instead, she found something "miraculous" that transcended the grim business of factory work and unemployment.
"This poem can change a person's entire way of being," my professor Chad Wriglesworth said of Denise Levertov's "Caedmon." A high claim for a poem-and it's true for me. I originally read "Caedmon" as an undergraduate and aspiring poet in California. I can still picture it printed on the crinkled page in my water-damaged anthology.