Motherhood
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Shame to Peace
“And yes—there was shame. Not because I had done something wrong, but because society teaches women to internalize endings as personal failures.” Continue reading
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Too Much Quiet
“I reminded myself that this ache is really just love with nowhere to go in that moment. That in a few days it will sound different. That the voices, the mess, the warmth will all come back.” Continue reading
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New Year’s Hope
“My hope is to let Him lead, to trust His timing, and to believe that the doors He opens are meant for me—and the ones He closes are for my protection, even when I don’t understand it. More than anything,… Continue reading
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Dancing in the Dark
“Music has a way of holding our memories gently, like a time capsule we can open when we’re ready. Today, it reminded me that even the hardest chapters can become the ones you look back on with pride—not because they… Continue reading
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Borrowed Affirmations
“So there I was, a grown woman needing the same affirmations I hand my five-year-old like little daily doses of courage. I used them as a lifeline. I borrowed from him just to push through, quietly telling myself, I am… Continue reading
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Grateful for His Year, Grateful for Him
“There is a unique ache in co-parenting that shows itself most clearly on birthdays—the day that should feel simple and celebratory, the day that marks your becoming a mother, and yet it seems tangled in logistics” Continue reading
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Humble Progress
“Running again feels awkward, humbling, and sweaty in ways that remind me that growth is earned—not entitled. But those miles meant something bigger than cardio. They represented forward motion—in health, in motherhood, in confidence, and in honoring the woman I… Continue reading
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Nothing but Gratitude
“When I look back, it’s a blur of busy calendars, muddy shoes, little boy laughter, wedding planning chaos, and freezer-filling Alaska days. But woven through all of it was this steady feeling of thankfulness.” Continue reading
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Letters to my Sons
To my bonus baby— Fawkes, my sweet boy—you came into my life with this old-soul gentleness, like you’ve always carried a handful of wisdom tucked into your back pocket. Sometimes I forget how young you really are because you move… Continue reading
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Hand Me Down Stories
This morning, I came across a heartfelt post from a local mama reflecting on the sentimental value of hand-me-downs, and it sat in my mind most the morning. It reminded me that these aren’t just outgrown clothes or used toys… Continue reading
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