Wild & Rooted

January 18, 2026

I’m Still Here…Just Processing

Things have not gone according to plan, or at least the plan I created in my head. I wanted to file on my birthday and serve in the days following. However, that was the same week I went back to work. My nervous system became overwhelmed. I couldn’t file. I couldn’t even think about having…
January 9, 2026

Slow is Still Forward

I was certain I was going to file. I had reached that place — the place where your mind feels resolved, your heart feels quiet, and you think, this is it. I’m ready. And then my birthday came. And the waves came with it. More than anything in the days prior, I had been steady.…
January 4, 2026

Self-abandonment Disguised as Virtue

There is a particular kind of goodness women are taught. It looks like patience. It sounds like forgiveness. It wears the soft voice of “understanding” and the quiet smile of “it’s okay.” It is praised. It is rewarded. It is often called strength. But underneath the gold star language lives something much darker: Self-abandonment. We…
January 2, 2026

More Than (a poem)

It was more than a smile, more than a laugh. It was her soul coming back. It was more than breath, more than ease. It was her ache learning how to leave. It was more than pen to paper, more than practiced words. It was her story remembering its worth. It was the quiet return…
December 31, 2025

Pathological People Pleaser

(Yes, I do speak in Taylor Swift lyrics…don’t judge me) There is a quiet moment that comes before a life changes. It doesn’t look dramatic.It doesn’t announce itself.It doesn’t come with fireworks or certainty. It comes in small realizations. In questions you don’t ask out loud.In pauses that feel heavier than words.In the ache of…
December 30, 2025

Wild & Rooted

Every day, I am becoming more myself. My time.My body.My mind.My space.My creativity. For a long time, I tried to make myself fit into a life that wasn’t meant for me — shrinking, editing, and smoothing my edges to survive in places that questioned my right to exist fully. “Why is your stuff everywhere?”“Why do…
December 29, 2025

Slowness is Healing

There are very few people in my life who truly know what I am walking through. Oddly enough, I like it that way. There is a reason for this season of quiet. I am healing — not just from my marriage, not just from the constant tension my body has lived inside of — but…
December 28, 2025

Building Flowers in a Burning Room.

My kitchen table is covered in tiny plastic petals.Yellow, blush, ivory, sage.My hands are snapping together LEGO flowers while my life feels like it’s quietly imploding in the background. The world I live inside right now is loud.Emotionally unpredictable.Heavy with tension.Full of things that make my nervous system brace itself even when nothing is “happening.”…
December 25, 2025

A Level of Irony I Couldn’t Make Up if I Tried.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! This is one of the gifts my husband got me. You know… me living in the soft-launch home version of Gilead. Gilead the prequel. I laughed so hard and he didn’t know why. Of course I followed it with “Thank You.” He said, “well we never finished the show…
December 23, 2025

Small Voices, Big Reminders

I was organizing the house for Christmas — the quiet, in-between kind of organizing where nothing is actually finished, but everything feels like it’s slowly finding its place again. Half-sorted toys sat in wild piles that became more chaotic as the boys dug through them. The boys were doing their usual parallel play, where they…