Kay SM
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Raising Little Giants
Let’s not sugarcoat it: raising little kids is hard. Beautiful, yes. Meaningful, absolutely. But also really, really hard. Some mornings, it feels like I’m running a marathon before I’ve had a full cup of coffee. And yet, even in the… Continue reading
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The Mom in the Middle
Somewhere between the granola bars and the chicken nuggets, the nature hikes and the movie nights, the parenting books and the “I’m just winging it,” there’s me. Maybe that’s you too. We live in this strange space where we feel… Continue reading
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Book Recommendation!
There’s No Such Thing as Bad Weather by Linda McGurk I first read this book when I was pregnant with Odin—when everything motherhood lived in the land of “someday.” I remember highlighting passages and thinking, Yes, this is how I… Continue reading
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So, what’re we going to do about it?
For those of us raised here—and raising our kids here—this land isn’t just scenery. It’s salmon smoke on the deck in the fall. It’s venison, halibut, and bear meat in the freezer all winter. It’s snowshoeing with your aunties, picking… Continue reading
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Teaching Tiny Stewards
This week we hiked around at a beach and in the woods at a campsite we’ve been to a hundred times, and still—the boys stopped every few feet to look at plants and trees, collect sticks, and they commonly ask… Continue reading
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Campsite Magic
Side note before we dive into it: If you’re wondering what those dangly things are in the picture—yes, those are fishing hoochies. Odin has loved them since before he was even two. Forget stuffed animals… give that kid a tackle… Continue reading
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The Power of a Few Strong Women
As I sat at my bridal shower surrounded by my closest friends—women from different seasons of my life, childhood besties, motherhood confidantes, soul sisters I found along the way—I was overwhelmed in the best way. Not by how many people… Continue reading
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“If You’re Bored You’re Missing Something” -Alaska
Some days, I just stop and look around—really look and take it all in—and I can’t believe this is where I get to call home. Southeast Alaska. Where the trees are ancient, the air smells like rain and salt, and… Continue reading
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Where Grace Found Me
There was no loud revival or earth-shattering moment. Just quiet nudges. Gentle whispers. A slow rebuilding of trust and faith that came to me like a slow morning sunrise. For a while, I was in survival mode. Single motherhood has… Continue reading
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a sunshine love letter
My Norwegian-Alaskan skin, practically translucent after months of rain, soaked up every golden ray of sun until the inevitable first sunburn of summer appeared—a bright pink badge of honor, and honestly, I didn’t mind earning it. After what felt like… Continue reading
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