grew up on a little farm in Oregon that her Mama’s family has called home for over a century. While her heart belongs to the northwest, these days you can find her in southern California trying to finish seminary, love a few people really well, and make her therapist laugh. She’s captivated by the idea of resurrection, and a God who brings dead things back to life. She writes (to borrow from Biedma) because most days she wants to be a poet, but deep down, what she really wants is to be a poem. Click on Sarah's name to visit her website.
