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About
About
Chelsea Lane Campbell holds an MFA from Texas State University where she was a W. Morgan & Lou Claire Rose Fellow, and the recipient of the Judith Caldwell Miller Endowed Scholarship. Her essays appear in The Rumpus, the Southern Indiana Review, and Hunger Mountain. Chelsea teaches creative nonfiction writing in southern Utah, where she lives with her husband and daughter. She is currently at work on a collection of essays about remaking her identity in her 30s after receiving new diagnoses, becoming a mother, and leaving the LDS church, among other life-altering paradigm shifts.
Recent Publications
Recent Publications
"Bye Bye"
"Bye Bye"
From Hunger Mountain
“We needed to catch up. My husband and I were both behind on sleep, on life, on quality time with one another—all things that describe what it’s like to be a new parent. We asked my mother to watch our daughter for the weekend. From our porch we waved, repeating “Bye bye, bye bye,” an imitation of the baby, until the car was out of view. The postpartum anxiety in my chest swelled. Was her car seat secure? Would my mom rush her at bedtime? Was my daughter going to forget who I was and how I smelled and that she loved me? Was she going to come back?“
"I Am Here to Make Friends"
"I Am Here to Make Friends"
From The Rumpus
“Do you hear how cynical I am? This is why The Price Is Right is the antidote—why I have this insatiable appetite for it.”
"Inheritance"
"Inheritance"
From Southern Indiana Review
Fall 2014 (print only)
“In the evenings of my childhood, I sat in the bathroom and watched my mother methodically remove her makeup. I perched on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, my legs dangling. I’d shaved my legs for the first time in that tub. Without instruction or direction, I frosted my legs with shaving cream. I pressed hard into my skin the new, cheap, disposable razor I’d taken from my mother’s drawer. When I began to shave my left ankle and along my hard tibia in one, long stroke, I sheared off a solid ribbon of skin. I held it in my fingers while I watched my leg, the shaving cream, and the tub turn red before I dropped the razor.“
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