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Ren Cedar Fuller

  

BIGGER

  

Essays

  

Winner of the 2024

Autumn House Press

Nonfiction Prize

  

To be published Fall 2025

   

Available soon for preorder

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        Ren Cedar Fuller's debut book, Bigger, won the 2024 Autumn House Press Nonfiction Prize, and was a finalist for the 2024 Iron Horse Prize and the Santa Fe Writers Project 2023 Literary Awards Program. Bigger will be published in October 2025.

        Ren's creative nonfiction essays have won Under the Sun's Summer Writing Contest in 2022, been a finalist in the 2022 Terry Tempest Williams Prize for Creative Nonfiction at North American Review, and placed second in the 2022 Eunice Williams Nonfiction Prize. Her essays have appeared in HerStry, Hippocampus, New England Review, North American Review, and Under the Sun, and have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best American Essays.

          Ren taught public school in California, Oregon, and Washington before founding a nonprofit early learning center in the Seattle area. She continues teaching parent education and facilitates parent meetings at TransFamilies, an online hub for families with gender diverse children. The throughline in her teaching and writing is a commitment to celebrating people's differences.

          After retiring from fulltime early childhood education in 2020, Ren began taking writing classes at Hugo House in Seattle. She thanks her instructors Theo Nestor, Sonora Jha, and Beth Slattery for introducing her to the craft of creative nonfiction. She is currently in the M.F.A. in Writing program at Pacific University.

          Ren is grateful the writing friends she met at Hugo House who help her get to the heart of her stories: Darryl, Lacey, Stacey, Su, Uma, and Vani. 

          She lives in Seattle with her husband, Jason.

Essays

Essays

Naming My Father

Selected by Sue William Silverman as the 2022

Under the Sun Summer Writing Contest Winner

My father could look at a loose metal bolt and say if it was a three-eighths or a five-sixteenths, but he could not name his four daughters unless we were lined up by height. He taught my sisters and me to eat corn on the cob left to right, two even rows at a time, like little typewriters. He walked as though his head were tied to an overhead cable. When my mother asked my father if he remembered her friend, Marjorie, he asked, "The one with symmetrical moles?"

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Writers Book Club podcast about "Naming My Father"

Checklist For a Sign-Making Party

Hippocampus Magazine

          “Can I have people over to make signs on Saturday?” Indigo called from the staircase. Saturday was the Seattle Women’s March of 2017.

          “Of course,” I said, putting down my laptop and rising from the daybed. “Does that mean you’re going without me and Dad?”

          “You can come,” they said. Indigo is nonbinary. That day, their head was shaved on one side with long wavy hair on the other, colored its natural brown.

          My high schooler turned away, willing to march but not chitchat with me.

Events

Events

September 21, 2024

Kindergarten Readiness Workshop

Bellevue Discovery Preschool

April 26, 2025

Raising Our Children to Walk Through the Door

Show Your Love Celebration

Chateau Ste. Michelle Winery

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