Notes from the life behind the books
Honest pieces about bodies that change the plan, homes that change shape and the woman still here underneath everything she has carried.
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Explore story-led partnerships →a softer home
I was not trying to make the room impressive. I wanted one place in the house that asked nothing from me, held the things I actually use and felt softer the moment I walked into it.
Read the story →the next chapter
A faulty drinking-water faucet flooded our kitchen and turned an ordinary day into a renovation we never planned. The work had to be done. The unexpected perk is that we get to make the new kitchen timeless and right for the life we have now.
Read the story →mother and daughter
The same flood that forced us to replace the kitchen also damaged the downstairs space where my 23-year-old daughter will live while working full time and earning her master's degree. If everything goes right, her new space will be finished only days before she moves home.
Read the story →small rituals
I do not need a perfect morning routine. I need a pen I like, a page that does not judge me, and five quiet minutes that feel possible.
Read the story →rediscovery
I spent years dressing around pain, appointments, and what felt easiest. Now I am learning that comfort and wanting to feel beautiful are allowed to live in the same outfit.
Read the story →soft strong support
On a flare day, when you cannot do anything, the goal is not to push through. It is to make the day smaller and warmer until your body can come back to it. For me that means heat, low light, one gentle thing for my hands, and full permission to put everything else down. I have lived with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome for seventeen years, so I have had a lot of practice. Here is the honest version of what those days actually look like.
Read the story →for hard body days
I did not know a dog bite could split a life into before and after. But mine did.
Read the story →the next chapter
People told me the empty nest would be hard. They told me I would cry. They told me the house would feel different. They did not tell me I would also kind of like parts of it.
Read the story →rediscovery
For years, so much of my life had been built around what everyone else needed. The kids were grown. Aaron was at work. The house was quiet. My body, after years of being its own full-time project, had finally settled enough for me to hear myself think.
Read the story →permission
I do not think I realized how long it had been since I asked myself what I wanted. Not the big dramatic kind of wanting. Not "What is my purpose?" or "What am I doing with the rest of my life?" I mean the tiny everyday kind.
Read the story →begin again
I used to believe there was a deadline for starting over. Not an official one. No one handed me a clipboard at forty and said, "Ma'am, unfortunately your window for trying new things has closed." Although honestly, sometimes the internet makes it feel that way.
Read the story →real talk
I keep a running list of things I used to apologize for and do not anymore. It is not in any order. It just keeps getting longer, and every line on it took me years to earn.
Read the story →soft strong support
Some afternoons do not go well. The pain is loud, or the news from a doctor was not what you hoped, or you are just worn thin. This is the small thing I do on those afternoons. It is not a fix. It is a way through.
Read the story →long love
Almost all the marriage advice out there is for the first few years. The wedding, the newlywed stretch, maybe the first baby. After that, the books go quiet. So here is what I wish someone had told me in the long part, the part Aaron and I are actually in.
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