The Raven Who Ate the Crow
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. For most of that time, quietly — in journals, in the margins of other things, in the space between what I was supposed to be doing and what I actually needed to do.
In August 2025 something shifted. A consistent practice took hold. I started saying on the page what my body had been holding for years — and discovered that writing, like making, is a way of letting spirit move through language. The two arrived through the same door. I don't fully separate them.
My Substack is called The Raven Who Ate the Crow. It is where I write about grief, spirit, the natural world, the mess and miracle of being human, and occasionally something that made me laugh so hard I had to put it down. It is not a newsletter in the conventional sense. It is more like a practice — irregular, honest, and written from wherever I actually am.
Recent Essays
The Messy In Between (and how we make room for it) - On building a website, and the uncomfortable in-between of becoming something new.
My Long Poking Through (… took long enough) - The playful, magic-filled side of thresholds. What happens when something finally breaks through.
A Tearing Life (and the openings it creates) - A short piece on transition, and the way perception shifts as one version of a life gives way to another.
the bulrushes song (… it won’t be long) - A rhyming poem about collective liberation and the particular role each of us has to play in it.
Stalled Fresh (when the rot takes hold) - On the messier side of change. When transformation requires more patience and perseverance than you expected.
Some say … (a grieving heart) - Written in the wake of a recent loss. A piece that holds both the love and the pain — all the layers of a grieving heart.
If you find your way to the Substack and something lands — leave a comment, a like, a word. It matters more than you might think. Writing is relational work, and knowing someone is reading makes it feel like that.