We talk a lot about breaking cycles these days — generational trauma, toxic mindsets, systemic harm. And we should. Naming what shaped us is holy…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
We talk a lot about breaking cycles these days — generational trauma, toxic mindsets, systemic harm. And we should. Naming what shaped us is holy…
I didn’t start a family in my twenties. In fact, I spent most of those years just trying to figure out who I was without…
Some mornings, the coffee’s not strong enough.Some days, the patience runs out before the printer filament does.Some nights, I stare at the ceiling wondering how…
The first impression speaks before I do.People see it before they see me. The awkward gait. The way I navigate space. The not-quite-smooth motion that…
The other day, on a whim, by brother’s significant other snapped a few pictures of my brother holding my youngest son, Parker. The pictures turned…
There are many days when I ask myself, if what I do matters. It’s a fair question right? I mean, does the fact that I…
Young Minds My boys’ dad and I make a conscious effort not to say things like, you can be anything you want if you put…
Today, like many days was filled with moments of routine, monotony and needs. With our rainy weather, which is desperately needed and loved by me,…
My life in one way or another has revolved around children, for about as long as I remember. I have served as a full time…
I have never really felt like I fulfill any role entirely. Being a daughter, sister, student, teacher, friend, partner or mama, on a fully comfortable…