Kay SM
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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… Continue reading
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Not your average Tuesday
There’s something magical about living in a place where ordinary moments turn into unforgettable memories. Tonight was one of those moments,a random Tuesday dinner on the beach, relaxed into comfy beach chairs, toes in the sand, and bellies full of… Continue reading
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climbing trees, collecting rocks, & confidence building
There’s a unique magic in raising boys who are adventurous and borderline feral. The ones who climb trees, collect rocks, and find twenty-seven different uses for a stick. My house is filled with dirt, bruised knees, laughter, and endless questions… Continue reading
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Bare Necessities
Let’s be honest: hiking with kids is mayhem. You imagine peaceful trails and bonding… and you end up carrying a pocket full of rocks and pinecones, someone’s wet sock, and a half-eaten granola bar. But with the right essentials, a… Continue reading
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Hi! It’s time I introduce myself
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… Continue reading
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Brave Beginnings
I found out I was pregnant with Odin in the very start of the COVID-19 pandemic, when the world had suddenly gone quiet, and fear flew in the air like a storm that would never pass. There was no celebrating… Continue reading
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rich in love, laughter, and family
As a mother, there are days when I feel like I’m barely holding it all together. But when I take a step back, I’m overwhelmed not by the chaos, but by the gratitude I feel for the village that surrounds… Continue reading
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you’re more than what you have survived
Single mom. That was the only way I saw myself. The label I wore, quietly but constantly. Not out of shame, but because that role was so consuming, so defining, so all-in. It was survival, grit, sacrifice, and love tangled… Continue reading
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magic, mayhem, & meaning
There’s a mom I know, I’m sure you know one like her too. Her house is tidy, her fridge is organized, and her kids always seem to have perfectly coordinated outfits. She’s calm, structured, and somehow remembers to pack snacks… Continue reading
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