Real life

  • cold coffee, a lot of rain, and then some more rain

    Let me set a common scene for you: It’s 7:46 a.m. I’m wearing one sock, a Carhartt hoodie that I did a sniff test on to make sure it was clean *enough*, and I’m trying to convince a tiny human… Continue reading

    cold coffee, a lot of rain, and then some more rain

  • surgery, sacrifice, & balance

    There are many days in my world where I feel like I’m living two lives. One where I’m in the OR, gowned and gloved, suction in one hand and a hemostat in the other. And another, where I’m wiping sticky… Continue reading

    surgery, sacrifice, & balance

  • vulnerability, encouragement, & commitment

    As many of you know, Adam and I are engaged, and in just a few weeks I’ll be standing beside the man I love and we’ll commit to forever. In some ways, it feels like a new chapter, but in… Continue reading

    vulnerability, encouragement, & commitment

  • goodnight prayers from a little leader

    Tonight, something tiny, but very meaningful happened. Ten minutes after I had tucked my 4 year old into bed, turned off the lights, and finally settled into bed myself, I heard his sweet voice: “Mommy, we need to say our… Continue reading

    goodnight prayers from a little leader

  • rainy, rooted, & a little wild

    I grew up in Ketchikan. The town where it rains sideways, eagles are louder than car horns, and everyone either knows your family or knows of them. We’re an island community that when you leave and realize how rare this… Continue reading

    rainy, rooted, & a little wild

  • identity, anxiety, & imperfection

    I’m not going to sit here and sugarcoat it: motherhood is the most beautiful kind of struggle I’ve ever experienced. There are moments when I stare at my boys and feel a love so fierce it’s a physical ache. Then… Continue reading

    identity, anxiety, & imperfection

  • presence, honesty, & effort

    There are days in motherhood when I feel like I’ve fallen short. Maybe I lost my patience. I forgot an appointment. I let the laundry pile up and used too much screen time. The guilt creeps in quietly, whispering that… Continue reading

    presence, honesty, & effort

  • rain & rainbows

    I hope you remember the rain. Not just the soaking wet rain gear, boots filled to the brim, but the way we splashed in the mud puddles and knew that every storm in life shall pass. I hope you remember… Continue reading

    rain & rainbows

  • a change of heart

    Before I had boys, I imagined motherhood as quiet lullabies and storybooks, quiet moments curled up on the couch, cocoa in hand. And while we do have those moments, motherhood, especially out here in southeast Alaska, has turned out to… Continue reading

    a change of heart