Blessed are the Authors Whose Books are Banned!

Check out E. Kristin Anderson’s blog! She asked me and some other authors to blog about Banned Book Month. Please visit her excellent site, Write All the Words! and read my guest post. Here’s the post I contributed to E. Kristin Anderson’s blog, Write All the Words, to commemorate Banned Book month. Banned Books Month Guest… Continue reading Blessed are the Authors Whose Books are Banned!

Q&A on website of author Jenna Leigh Evans

I’m thrilled that writer Jenna Leigh Evans interviewed me for an article on her website. Her work has been published everywhere from the New York Times and Wall Street Journal to the literary magazine of the Henry Miller Library. She just won the North Street Book Award for her debut novel Prosperity, which I’m excited to read… Continue reading Q&A on website of author Jenna Leigh Evans

“Double Exposure” Nominated for Teen Choice Book Award

Video Image of Young Adult anti-bully book called Double Exposure

I am thrilled that Double Exposure made it onto the nomination list for the Teen Choice Book Award. Please help me spread the word, and please vote–it’s fun, fast and easy, I promise! Click here to vote:https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/SLXJ2G3

A Call for Compassion for Trans Teens (And Parents, Too)

How will you answer Leelah’s call for change? The recent death of Leelah (Joshua Alcorn) has created a storm of responses. Some coming from a place of love and compassion, others ringing with anger, blame, and the same intolerance that propagated the pain, which led to Leelah’s fatal decision. Those of us who’ve read Leelah’s suicide note… Continue reading A Call for Compassion for Trans Teens (And Parents, Too)

Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal: When Words Kill: The Trauma of Bullying

The following essay was published Dec. 22, 2014 in the opinion pages of the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal. By Bridget Birdsall Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can actually kill you. Seriously. It happened in my family, and it could happen in yours. Jeffrey Fehr was different. He was handsome. He was 18 years old.… Continue reading Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal: When Words Kill: The Trauma of Bullying

Dear Teen Me ~ Guest Post

Dear Teen Me from author Bridget Birdsall (DOUBLE EXPOSURE, ORDINARY ANGELS) Dear Teen Me: What would I tell you now? Well, just like A.S. King, I’ve rewritten this letter twice, so let’s cut to the chase: everything will turn out okay. Really. You have to trust me on this. You are not dumb and you… Continue reading Dear Teen Me ~ Guest Post

From My Makeshift Office on the Farm: Getting the Writing Right!

The Farm

Last night I slept on an air mattress in an unfurnished farmhouse at the edge of the Baraboo Bluffs. From my makeshift office on the front porch, I listen to the wind rustle the leaves of a nearby pear tree and the red winged black birds perched atop corn stalks trilling their joyous melodies back… Continue reading From My Makeshift Office on the Farm: Getting the Writing Right!

My son, Quinn, 21, off alone with a backpack, left me voice mail…

My son, Quinn, 21, off alone with a backpack, left me voice-mail...

“Hi Mom…wanted to let you know I’m heading into Yosemite today…be out Thursday sometime… Call when I’m out. Love you…”

I feel so grateful he has come to love and appreciate the natural world, but there are days I wonder if I raised him to be a little to ruggedly independent…he’ll be fine-right!

Hopefully, he checked in with the ranger and gratefully, he usually waits to share sordid details until it’s way too late…like avalanches, cliff-diving adventures in Southern France…the kind of details I do appreciate learning about after the fact.

And now my own appreciation of the natural world is being recorded with my i-phone!

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Lake Michigan-Terry Andre Beach / Sunrise June 25, 2012

Lake Michigan-Terry Andre Beach / Sunrise June 25, 2012

My recent poem post came to me in the middle of the night, I got up, turned on the light, wrote it quickly in my journal, then promptly went back to sleep and forgot all about it. I don’t know where poetry is birthed from, or even what this poem means, but this week of my 52nd birthday has me thinking thoughts of birth and rebirth. Perhaps it will mean something to you.

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