quick storm.

I’ve been clinging to a lot of things to get me through lately. this warmer weather is helping and being outside is instant happiness. my garden… that’s my spot. last week, I spent two whole days outside sowing seeds, building a greenhouse, and labeling the pots in my best handwriting so that everything felt perfect. it was…

perspective is key.

how do you explain your hard times when they are more than just a bad day but like, not a super bad day? last week was heavy but it wasn’t abnormal (for me, I guess) or unmanageable or defining of who I am. though I appreciate all the love & support, y’all are the best,…

a day in the life.

when I am asked what it is like to function, to thrive, with a laundry list of mental health variances all I can ever say is that you’d have to be me for a day. so here’s my best attempt at making that pretty…   sunday: I wanted to tell the impatient boy making lattes…

dark just means dark.

I had high hopes of using this blog as a light & healthy way to write about what is going on in my life. in the happiest and gentlest season I’ve experienced as an adult- there are plenty of joyful topics. but any one who knows me well will not be surprised to find that each post has gotten progressively…

making space.

  disclaimer: this is an opinion piece   so let’s talk about the world of social media. also, about building community in the not so real life. and a tiny bit about my personal feelings of imposter syndrome. a rebellious inner critic. adult cliques. and socially acceptable judgement. i’m no expert on the subject but the thought…

lay of the land.

the winter has barely shown us what it can do and I’m already deep into planning this spring’s garden. planning that I do every year, regardless of whether or not any seeds gets sewn. a careful calendar dictates the weeks of best beginnings. mapped out by square foot grids. paying attention to which vines twist in what…

you sleep, I sleep, we co-sleep.

at what point do the habits we create in order to survive our situation, become the very behaviors that keep us tripping over our own feet? and what happens when we see our little ones following in those same patterns? when I was about 12, I convinced myself for a whole summer that I couldn’t…