Essays and images about motherhood, midlife, and becoming myself again.
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Hi. I’m Bridgette.
I’m raising children across seasons of life — from tiny hands to almost-grown ones — while learning what it means to begin again in midlife. I make things when I can. I notice light. I try to stay honest. Some days I hold it together beautifully. Other days, I cry in the car and call that progress.
I lost my mom years ago, and since then I’ve been learning how to mother — and live — without a map. After decades of putting everyone else first, this is me finding my way back to myself, slowly and without apology.
This space is where I tell the truth as gently as I can.
In words. In images. In moments that don’t need fixing.
It’s not polished. It’s not performative.
It’s real, and it’s still unfolding.
Because I’m still me in here.

Latest from the Blog
Catch up on the most recent stories. I usually share something new each week — something honest, something lived-in. You’re welcome anytime.
- Ready by 7:15: A Mother’s Back-to-School AnxietySchool starts in two weeks, which means I am currently practicing being ready by 7:15 in the morning. Evelyn and I do not actually need to leave until somewhere between 7:30 and… Read more: Ready by 7:15: A Mother’s Back-to-School Anxiety
- The Choices We Don’t QuestionIt’s Monday, and I’m sitting in the emergency room with my eldest daughter. What a way to start the week. I had been getting ready to take the littlest one to the… Read more: The Choices We Don’t Question
- What the Spreadsheet Couldn’t CountIt’s raining today, and there are plenty of things I should probably be doing. Instead, I’m sitting here building a financial-readiness spreadsheet while Evelyn watches A Bug’s Life in the living room.… Read more: What the Spreadsheet Couldn’t Count
For every woman navigating perimenopause feeling alone in it. Without her mother, without answers, without anyone who gets it.
19 pages. Honest, personal, and actually useful. This is the guide I couldn’t find — so I wrote it myself.


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