Essays and images about motherhood, midlife, and becoming myself again.
Jumping In!!
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.
What This Space Holds
Real Talk
Grief, marriage, perimenopause, burnout — nothing is off limits. If it’s part of living in a body and a life like this, it belongs here.
Rediscovery
Creative healing, new routines, and the slow work of learning how to mother myself, too.
Raw Motherhood
From toddler meltdowns to the evolution of mother–teen relationships — the heartaches, the joy, and everything in between.
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