A Little back story

I’m 44 with a 3-year-old, and yes — that math checks out.
Six daughters total: three teenagers, two grown, and one wild little whirlwind who keeps us on our toes.

Nick brought two. I brought three. Together, we made one. We’re a beautifully blended family — full of love, full of chaos, and always just a little bit loud.

I started this blog because I needed a space to feel creative again. I’ve always loved writing — it used to feel like breathing. But somewhere between motherhood, marriage, and managing All The Things, I lost sight of the version of me that existed before the to-do lists and snack requests.

I’m not trying to go back. I’m just trying to reclaim the parts that still live in here.

These days, I:

• Make small-batch beard balm (because why not?)
• Snap photos between meltdowns and meal preps
• And occasionally cry at the park to a stranger (there is a whole story there that will be posted)

I lost my mom six years ago. Her absence reshaped how I love, how I parent, how I mourn — and how I’m learning to show up for myself again after decades of being everyone else’s everything.

This blog isn’t polished. It’s not part of a brand strategy (But if you’re in the market for some beard balm or want to book a few candid photos — check out my stuff below. I’d love to share a little of my world with you.)

It’s just where I come to drop the mess, the meaning, and the middle-of-it moments.

I’m still a mom. Still a wife. Still showing up.
But more than anything…

I’m still me in here.