November update! New post published on THE EDDY.

Howdy, November friends! This is one of my favorite months: my birthday, my anniversary, fall leaves leading to winter whisps, and time to rest and rejuvenate with family. I have a new piece published here, and it’s all about the incredibly special bond I have with my sister. She got to join me on a … More November update! New post published on THE EDDY.

September update! New piece posted on THE RIPPLE EFFECT

Hi folks! Welcome to a wonderful, wet September here in the Pacific Northwest. Since finishing my MS degree this summer, I have enjoyed a renewed vigor for writing and storytelling. I was fortunate to write a piece about my journey to and through graduate school for Grand Canyon Youth (GCY)’s blog, THE RIPPLE EFFECT. GCY … More September update! New piece posted on THE RIPPLE EFFECT

New poem published!

One thing I want to improve is posting when I have work published elsewhere. Of course, you can always check out the Published tab. By highlighting new work in these posts, I want to provide direct access, additional insight into my writing process, and an open discussion forum! I wrote this newest piece, Cowboy Coffee … More New poem published!


Here is a piece I wrote for The Dust Magazine urging those in the guiding and recreation industries to use this moment to examine our injust power structures and create a new paradigm. Now is the time.

Saturn Release

I breathed in smoke and fire, letting your reinvention be my own. I breathedthrough crumpled words and flaming stories, quelling fear in fire, moving beauty through shades of ash. The embers fade, the waters rush, it is finished.

Winter Triptych

These poems have been percolating for months, and bubbled over in January. Though I initially wrote them as stand-alone pieces, I decided to publish them in conjunction. I hope they pierce your winter ice crystals with the brilliance of cold sunlight. Thin Skin Don’t tell me my skin should be thicker, my tears should be … More Winter Triptych

And Then I Walk

A pendulum swings bisecting my being not vertically as expected, which would allow disparate halves to swirl, spinning into spirit: a rainbow sparkle. But instead it slices air above my calves and though it never touches I am unable to move. It begs my apology for the intertwining droves that I summon with my life. … More And Then I Walk