Poet, Storyteller, Creative Nonfiction Word Weaver

A reporter on how our natural world, parenting, identity, and relationships intersect in imperfect kinship

Writing & Storytelling around Town

  • A poetry collection zine that explores the body, puberty, relationship, trauma and healing

  • Chosen to perform “Becoming Mother” in June 2023 and “It’s So Fluffy” in September 2023

  • Since January 2024, every Monday I send out an intersectional musing about parenting, the environment, kinship, and how we can all better mother one another. Subscribe as a free or paid supporter!

  • Published and edited the bilingual magazine La Revista Zero while living in Cuenca, Ecuador for 2 years

  • Apeiron Review & Cleaver Magazine

Mother One Another

July 2025: Top 100 Parenting Substack

No Longer Home

A poem about where home is for folks in Tucson

Go Find a Pinecone

A toddler’s guide to micro joys in the park

Newborn in Porpoise Poetics

A poem to capture the sensory deep dive of new life

Let Yourself Get Skunked

Unexpected visitors teach us a lesson in instinct and kinship

Watering

Rainwater becomes groundwater
becomes rainwater becomes us.

We are creatures of water
but we don’t see ourselves as fluid.
Bloated with the weight of pretense
we take a sop of ourselves
when we do not know
where else to dig.

I am thirsty
in deep parts of me,
a drought that remembers
what it was like before.
I don’t know where
before is anymore.

Poetry for those of us who grew up questioning, “Is this something I can talk about?” Exploring sex and sexuality, trauma and healing, silence and laughter, masturbation and labia minora, love and longing,vibrators and vibrations, mothers and daughters and more.

These poems are amazing; I want to share them with everyone.
— A Loved One
Photo by Fran DiPietrapaul

Arrival

It’s here!

A quarter-sized smudge
of red, pink love
bleeding its way through my undies.

I’m at a family reunion
My second cousin is my pediatrician.
All limbs and braces and budding
I run up to her and let her know:
Now, I am officially grown up.
Now, what do I do?

My mom gives me an American Girl Doll Book,
The Care and Keeping of You, to teach me
how to insert small plastic spaceships
how to apply deodorant to keep from stinking
how to not pop the pimples growing
how to identify breasts becoming
how to exercise and how to rest.

I sit in the bathroom and begin
alone with the book pages splayed
open on the floor instructing
my flying eyes and prodding fingers.
There’s too much to learn; I try
to teach myself and wonder,

What does it mean
to grow up anyway?

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