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This season feels like a love letter written in dirt-under-the-nails cursive. I’m measuring life in jar lids and berry stains, in the soft thud of potatoes hitting a bucket and the bright ping of seals setting on the counter. Somewhere… Continue reading

When I think about my childhood, the first thing that comes to mind isn’t material possessions—it’s the feeling of being enjoyed. My parents genuinely loved raising us. Of course, there were rules and responsibilities, but underneath it all, there was… Continue reading

It feels like five minutes ago my little brothers were using my hairbrush as a lightsaber, pranking each other, or trying to convince me that yes, gummy candy counts as nutrition. Somewhere between Nerf gun battles in the living room,… Continue reading

Let’s just go ahead and say it: I don’t do it all. Not even close. I know how it can look from the outside—muddy boots drying on the boot rack, happy kids running wild, homemade berry jam and pickles cooling… Continue reading

If you didn’t grow up in Southeast Alaska running around in rain boots and eating snacks you found in the woods, did you even grow up here? I was raised in the thick of it—leading two wild younger twin brothers… Continue reading

Some mornings start with hot coffee and a good book, relaxing on the couch in a quiet serene home. Others start with someone screaming “MOM!!! It’s so rainy again!!” Guess which happens more often. Raising boys in Alaska is like… Continue reading

The house rarely gets quiet. Not truly. There’s always some soft rustle—a dryer spinning, rain tapping against the windows, footsteps running up the hallway, a little boys voice asking for something, again. But once in a while, just long enough… Continue reading

When I think about the legacy I want to leave, it’s not a list of accomplishments or perfectly checked boxes. It’s in the way I live today—in the small choices, the everyday moments, and the way I show up for… Continue reading

I’m not the mom with a flawless morning routine or a perfectly organized pantry, but I am the mom who knows how to turn an ordinary Tuesday into a memory. My house isn’t always perfectly tidy, and dinner isn’t always… Continue reading

I try to make space to connect with Him every day. Whether it’s pausing to thank Him in the quiet moments, reflecting on grace during a walk, or just whispering prayers in between tasks—staying connected matters to me. It’s not… Continue reading