Womanhood

  • 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 many people… Continue reading

    The Power of a Few Strong Women

  • 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

    Where Grace Found Me

  • 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… Continue reading

    Hi! It’s time I introduce myself

  • 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 into… Continue reading

    you’re more than what you have survived

  • 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… 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

  • 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

  • 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 be so much… Continue reading

    a change of heart