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I Want To Be The Girl Who Lives
I want to be the girl who waits outside at the first slow rumble of thunder, ready to dance in the rain. I want to be the girl who stays awake to gaze at a field of diamonds in a midnight sky… a sky so deep and so vast and so void of light that…
Life With Kids Is Messy, Mom… But Wow, The Mess Is Beautiful.
Mom Life Pro Tip: Embrace the imperfection, and let it all be messy. Here’s my perspective on life right now: Let it all be messy. Let the grass grow long on weekends. Let the kids stomp in puddles, squishing mud between their toes. Let them rest their heads in dirt and grass to watch the…
Your Wild Child Is Spectacular.
It’s Not Easy To Raise The Wild Child, But The Challenges Are Worth It. Here’s Why. It ain’t easy to raise the wild child. It’s a battle, and it’s exhausting, and it’s a lot like climbing a magical mountain that grows with every gain. He struggles with listening and impulse control. His hands and his…
Remember The Place That Built You?
This is the place that built me. It’s nothing especially fancy. It’s humble — salt of the earth. It’s small enough that it only takes a few minutes to drive from end to end. It’s the town that raised me up, from a childhood filled with friends long gone, to those cringeworthy middle years, and…
Your Mama Will Be Waiting
I Won’t Always Be My Daughter’s Best Friend. But She’ll Always Be More Than Mine. For these precious and fleeting few years of her life, I am my daughter’s best friend. The one who makes her eyes light up. The one she turns to for everything. But I know it won’t last too much longer….
Summer Ball Games Start In The Grass
Our Kids’ First Baseball, Softball, T-Ball Games Are Only The Beginning It starts in the grass. One day not too long from now, they’ll be skinning their legs as they slide into rock-hard dirt at third base. One day, the taste of that dirt and the smell of the game — sun and sweat-covered uniforms,…
Let Me Tell You Something, Sweethearts: A Tough Life Lesson For My Children
Let me tell you something, my sweethearts. Much, much sooner than your mama would like, you’ll start to face the hard stuff in relationships. I wish it wasn’t true, but it’s just part of the deal. It’s part of being human. It kills me to think of the things you’ll go through. But I’ve been…
You’re here! I’m so glad. I hope you’ll find something in these pages that makes you feel seen or empowered or validated… or, at the very least, like you’re not all alone.
So before you commit to reading, I owe you transparency about who I am. I’m a writer, coffee drinker (and yes, it’s a critical component of my identity), mama, empath, friend, and lover of all the stories.
This is one of my happiest places – the only one that’s wholly mine. So, it’s curated to be a safe space, filled with compassion and inclusivity and radical love… because you’re worth all of those things.
I so deeply believe in magic – both the magic of ordinary days and the magic of our wildest collective imagination. I believe in the messiness of self-discovery and in the beautiful chaos that comes from the insistence on feeling alive. And maybe more than anything, I believe we owe something to each other… like care and connection and the promise to walk each other home.