Kay SM
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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… 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… 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… 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,… 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… 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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