I’m brave scrawling these words across the page. Reminding myself of language, I pluck words to find meaning, tone, imagery. I can do this; I do this. My words have power, and I need to express this power.
2022 was oppressive. It stuffed me down a dark shoot, wrestling with fears. I stopped blogging in March and haven’t been able to find my voice. But I want to flex this muscle again. Not because I’m being paid to write under someone else’s dictations, but to watch my creativity flow, twisting and turning in any direction. When I’m left without a creative outlet, it’s like all color and depth is sucked from the world.
So, my bravery inches forward in this post.
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Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter is a mom and writer from Omaha, Nebraska but recently relocated to Urbandale, IA. When she’s not chasing children, picking up messes or reorganizing the house, she enjoys yoga or reading to relax. In her spare time (A.K.A. her dreams) she’s a Broadway star.
Kuenning-Pollpeter is a freelance marketer during the day, a creative writer at night. Her work has appeared in the Brevity blog, The Omaha World Herald, 13th Floor, Misbehaving Nebraskans, Hippocampus, Emerging Nebraska Writers and Random Sample Review. She has her BFA and MFA in writing from the University of Nebraska Omaha. Her essay “The Body” was a McKenna Fellowship finalist, and her essay “Imperfection” was a 2020 Best of the Net Nominee.
She is blind and writes frequently about disability. She’s working on a memoir about the disabled feminine experience. With the kids though, expect it in stores in about a decade.
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