Poet friend, Beth Myhr, named the experience perfectly by writing that the pandemic has taken away our ability to look forward – “…moving from one room to the next in a house with no door.” Yes, that’s it, exactly. And I remember the longevity advice … Continue reading Somewhere, Over the Pandemic
What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!
We wake to the gray light glow of a Japanese paper screen- To rain patter on a bedroom window and iPod ocean waves tossed on repeat. I roll to my beloved and kiss the sleeve of his white shirt- Push from the bed … Continue reading Gods for a Day
8th Floor of the Wilma. Our windows frame Caras Park–the carousel–a smidgen of the river and Bitterroots. Candied cottonwood resin drifts into our studio. (I once smelled these buds on the Kim Williams Trail with a man I should have never known.) The western valley … Continue reading One Morning in Missoula
“My peers could have been models for Laura Ashley. I wanted to be like the woman in Wyoming.”