A native of the San Francisco Bay Area, Lisa Robertson writes about motherhood, orphanhood, being a parent without parents, raising a child without grandparents, how her home is just over the county line from a parched Sonoma pasture where Mason Jars are buried beneath a cottonwood tree, and what it means to live here, after.
Her writing has received an honorable mention from Glimmer Train, was nominated for a Best of the Web award, a Pushcart Prize, and most recently has been published by Babble, the Apple Valley Review, xoJane, Barrelhouse Magazine and the Cancer Poetry Anthology. Prior to reading for Memoir, she was the former editor of the Tonopah Review, a journal of Great Basin poetry and prose. She previously worked in epidemiology and her medical experience informs much of her writing about health and illness.