• Loving-Kindness

    My friend Lindsay and I found ourselves bustling around our small suburb, attempting to push our way into a brunch spot on a late Sunday morning. We lost out to the church crowds that…

  • Blood and Body

    I am currently on the drive back home from a weekend spent celebrating the life of one Linda Dunn. A wife, mom, librarian, and lover of New Mexico and its culture. Her runway with us…

  • Glitter

    For Gus, Rex, and Linda I’ve come to learn – through experience and others – that death marks our time here in this time and place. Death is like a turning over to a…

  • another page

    In four days, I turn myself over to the sweet age of 37. My birthday is 03/07, so something feels a bit kismet or divine to be aligned with my age. To know me…

  • The Poem

    On a Thursday, I found myself writing about a Wednesday. It was a special kind of Wednesday, one where we bid my son’s two front teeth farewell. The following evening, I found myself in…

  • Existentialism Parenting

    On this late morning to myself, I was ready to switch back to 20something Bre in a coffee shop – a place where I would find myself over and over again throughout my twenties.…

  • A Frog In Boots

    I think I have been online since I was about twelve. It felt like I logged on when the internet was truly coming alive: MSN chatrooms, clunky websites, AIM messenger, and lest we forget,…

  • How?

    I am currently sitting in the dark, beneath an overhead fan at full blast. The summer heatwave has not lifted for a month, and I am 109 months pregnant. Today, though, is July 4th.…

  • I’d Rather

    Friends, An entire decade of looking down and finding ourselves warped by politics, ideology, and twisted realities. It feels foreign to not know what it means to choose a side. Whether it is an…