I’m a born-and-raised Alaskan girl who grew up in Ketchikan — where the rain never quits, the salmon runs are strong, and childhood means mud-stained softball pants, playing soccer in a rain storm, purple berry-picking fingers, and learning to drive a four-wheeler before you learn how to parallel park.
I am the oldest in a big, loud, loving family — with twin brothers who kept me tough and taught me how to take a joke. We grew up hunting, fishing, and living outside as much as possible. My roots are deep on this island. Ketchikan is wild, fearless, rugged, and real — and so am I.
I spent a few years in Petersburg, Alaska an island a little north of Ketchikan. I dipped my toes into the desert with a short college chapter in Phoenix, but Alaska always pulls me back. This land raised me. It taught me to work hard, love harder, and find beauty in the simple things — all are traits I carry into motherhood now.
Today, I’m engaged to the love of my life, Adam. Together, we’re raising two amazing boys — my son Odin, and his son Fawkes — in a huge Alaskan family full of loud love, real-life chaos, and the kind of growth that comes from both the hard days and the joyous ones.
You won’t really hear me say “step-son” or “blended family” — around here, the way we see it, they’re just our kids, they’re brothers, and we’re a family. Because I believe family isn’t made by titles or blood — it’s made by love, commitment, and showing up for each other, every single day.
I may be a mom 24/7 and blog writing insomniac by night. But by day, I’m a surgical tech— a woman working in the high-stakes, fast-paced world of the operating room. My job is to prepare the surgical field, pass instruments, anticipate the surgeon’s needs, and help maintain an organized and focused environment. It’s intense and demanding, both mentally and physically. But I thrive in the chaos—hands steady, heart sharp—knowing I play a crucial role in every procedure and every patient’s story. Especially when it comes to the care of my loved community members. It’s an honor to be part of their healing.
I started this blog because I believe in sharing my story and my families, unfiltered — the good, the gritty, the grace-filled in-betweens. I truly believe God gave me the gift of language and writing—not for praise or perfection, but as a way to connect and help someone feel less alone. It’s never been about having the fanciest words, just the right ones at the right time. I write from the heart, with a grateful voice that’s been shaped by joy and struggle, and a deep hope that it will speak to others right where they are.
If you’re a mama who’s a little chaotic, a little tired, and wildly in love with her kids — welcome. You’re not alone here.
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