Amy Bunker

Author Archive: Amy Bunker

Amy Bunker is a published poet and author living in Oregon. Her work has appeared in Bacopa Magazine. She is a social worker by trade, and currently is a supervisor for children’s advocates in the juvenile court system. If she is not writing or working, she is likely helping to raise her two small nieces, who do an excellent impression of young badgers. She lives with two lazy cats who imagine themselves as wild hunters, and spends her weekends working on farms around the area. Though she does not sleep, she rightfully considers her life to be a charmed one.

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Kinda, Sorta, Sometimes Mom

Kinda, Sorta, Sometimes Mom

| May 2, 2016 | 0 Comments

I’m not a mom. Well, I haven’t grown or birthed any babies. I haven’t adopted or fostered any children. I don’t plan to have biological children. I’ve thought about fostering but I’m not in a place to do so right now.

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Follow Music’s Call to Joy!

Follow Music’s Call to Joy!

| April 1, 2016 | 0 Comments

Bruce walks onstage and the crowd goes insane. Me, I’m one person back from the front of the stage and screaming so hard I think I might pass out just a little. The walls are vibrating and the sound bounces …

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How to Not Get the Bends

How to Not Get the Bends

| March 1, 2016 | 0 Comments

Child welfare work was a long dive underwater. It got darker and darker, and while my ability to breathe down there was sufficient, my lungs burned the further I went. I forgot what life above the surface …

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When We Must Seek Forgiveness From Within

When We Must Seek Forgiveness From Within

| February 1, 2016 | 0 Comments

I am lucky. If we must seek forgiveness in all we do, then I am very lucky; there are so few people in my life I have had a need to forgive. Those were mostly for small betrayals, moments or words that bruised…

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We Are Grateful

We Are Grateful

| October 31, 2015 | 0 Comments

How do we find gratitude in such a desolate landscape? We open our eyes and see all that you still are, and not that which has been taken from you.

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