Death Through a Different Lens: Burn to Rise

By Courtney Quinlan I remember making a conscious decision. It wasn’t hasty, I had thought about while he was probably still in utero. How do you teach a child about death? The right age, the right moment. Does it become a real-life lesson or is it just an abstract concept until something they’ve held and touched, perhaps loved, dies? He …

30 Questions to Bring You Closer to Your Wild Heart 2

By Jeanette Leblanc You have a story. A burning story. It lives in your fingertips. In your kiss. In the spaces where no words will ever be quite enough. It shivers just beneath your skin. It travels electric from the earth up your spine and spins out into the heavens. A cyclone of all that is and all that will …

A Wild Heart Tribute to Dana O’Dell

We at Wild heart Writers are struck with a great loss of one of our participants, friends, writers and all around compassionate and beautiful woman, Dana O’Dell. Many of us had the pleasure of writing with and sharing our work with Dana as well. Today, we offer this small tribute to Dana and her beautiful words. Our deepest condolences are …

How to Recover From an Election: What a President Can’t Take

An Editorial: Courtney Quinlan I’ve been feeling the heaviness too. It’s unavoidable. Most of us here in the US are stuck with a president who we feel is highly unqualified in so many ways. Here we are, in this reality. Some of us feeling optimistic, some of us terrified, some of us in real fear of having the lives we …

From Body Shaming To Acceptance (And the Many Sizes In Between)

By Courtney Quinlan I weighed myself the other day, which is something I hadn’t done in months. I could tell I had lost some weight- not from exercising, possibly from eating less, but mainly because of stress. Stress about my son and school and stress about a recent heart wrenching breakup. I hesitated as I put my foot on the …

Difficult Desire: Stories of Love Lost and Found

By Courtney Quinlan I desire love. Capital L O V E. True, down to the bone, down to the wire, fall on a sword love. The kind of love that consumes, like a fire eating oxygen, the kind that wraps you up and makes your skin glow. I want someone who loves me for my flaws, my imperfections, my disabilities. …