Brigit was raised in Ann Arbor, Michigan and now lives in the lovely (and underrated!) land of New Jersey. Her first story, written at age six, told the tale of a monster who wanted a human friend. It ended on a cliffhanger. In elementary school, her mom introduced her to Shakespeare, and she fell down the rabbit hole into the addictive land of stories. Since then, she has published poetry and short fiction in dozens of literary journals, and taught creative writing through Writopia Lab in settings ranging from a pediatric hospital to daycare classes.
Brigit loves poetry, going overboard for holidays, yoga when it's convenient, forcing her husband to do impressions, attempting to paint, and singing at the top of her lungs when no one else is around. She is the author of Worth a Thousand Words, The Prettiest, and the forthcoming Bright.
Picture books: Tar Beach by Faith Ringgold, The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch, A Penguin Story by Antoinette Portis, The Mole Sisters by Roslyn Schwartz, Herman and Rosie by Gus Gordon, and The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats
Books for kids: When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead, Matilda by Road Dahl, Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender, The Giver by Lois Lowry, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor, Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson, and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Books for former kids: Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, East of Eden by John Steinbeck, We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson, Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, Linden Hills by Gloria Naylor, Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami, The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick, and The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X and Alex Haley
Poems: "somewhere i have never travelled" by e.e. cummings, "Her Kind" by Anne Sexton, "Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines" by Pablo Neruda, "I, Too, Sing America" by Langston Hughes, "Good Bones" by Maggie Smith, and "In Blackwater Woods" by Mary Oliver
“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
- Mary Oliver
"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards."
- Vladimir Nabokov
"Put a raisin in your navel and celebrate life!"
- Some guy I overheard one time at Pickerel Lake in Michigan