Kay SM
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Let There Be Light
I’ve accepted it — I am that girl. The one who starts humming Christmas songs before Halloween candy wrappers hit the trash. The one who can’t walk past a strand of twinkle lights without imagining where they’d look best. The… Continue reading
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Into the Dark Season
Every fall, there’s this quiet shift you can feel in your bones, when the last long, bright evening fades, and Southeast Alaska exhales into its dark grey season. The air smells different. The clouds hang heavier. It happens every year,… Continue reading
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My Soul Dog
We got some hard news last week. After Diesel’s foot surgery, the results came back: soft tissue sarcoma. Cancer. The vet felt good about the surgery and confident that they got it all, which gives us hope but hearing the… Continue reading
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From June to September
“As his mama, I sit in awe of who he is becoming. He is kind, supportive, and so deeply loyal to his people. Watching him step into this next season of growth feels both tender and proud—like holding onto the… Continue reading
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The Girls Who Got Me Here
When I reflect on walking down the aisle, my heart swells with gratitude, not just for the man waiting at the altar, but for the incredible women standing beside me. Each of them has been a part of shaping who… Continue reading
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Above the Clouds: A Day Across Minerva, Juno, and Ward
“Hiking a trail like this isn’t just about exercise. It’s about presence. It’s about the conversations you only have when you’ve been moving side by side for hours, when you’ve sweated, laughed, and sat in silence together. It’s about seeing… Continue reading
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A Labor Day Weekend to Remember
This Labor Day weekend was nothing short of soul-filling. Three days spent camping at Settlers Cove gave us just the right blend of relaxation, adventure, and family connection. It felt like summer’s last big embrace, sun on our shoulders, sand… Continue reading
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To be a boy
Does he have the space to be a boy? To break things, to build things, to wrestle, to climb, to create, and yes, even to destroy? Boys are wired with energy that spills out of them, sometimes louder and messier… Continue reading
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Canning/Pickling/Harvesting Mom Era
This season feels like a love letter written in dirt-under-the-nails cursive. I’m measuring life in jar lids and berry stains, in the soft thud of potatoes hitting a bucket and the bright ping of seals setting on the counter. Somewhere… Continue reading
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Enjoyment
When I think about my childhood, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t material possessions, it’s the feeling of being enjoyed. My parents genuinely loved raising us. Of course, there were rules and responsibilities, but underneath it all, there… Continue reading
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