gianna soderstrom

  • looking for rest

    looking for rest

    This is one of those weeks where all the challenges circle around like the steps on…

  • memory

    memory

    Today I made raspberry cobbler in a jar. They were the raspberries I picked at Eagle…

  • cliff jumping

    cliff jumping

    There is a cliche I’m tempted to use when I try to describe the passing summer:…

  • bird’s-eye view

    bird’s-eye view

    My first memory of a valley was a deep, lush place near the home I was…

  • wild raspberries

    wild raspberries

    It was mid-July when I first learned about wild raspberries. We were camping, camping all together…

  • courage, dear heart

    courage, dear heart

    2018: I set my Nalgene and books on a table by the window, claiming my seat.…

  • breaking days

    For nearly a week now I’ve been clinging to five-minute increments of quiet while E plays…

  • embrace your dreams

    “What do you want to do?” Grant asked. He meant for myself; did I want a…

  • crazy days, lovely days

    The days are crazy here. I may look back on this conclusion someday and wonder what…

  • in the clouds

    in the clouds

    They call it “City Above the Clouds” and I sometimes cringe at the blunt-obvious names. But…

  • beauty from ashes

    beauty from ashes

    “The Waldo Canyon fire burned all the way around camp,” Grant tells me. I’m impressed, and…