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.
- Somewhere Between Boston and Salem: How Women Lose Themselves-and Find Their Way BackDanielle apologized to me all week. She apologized when her youngest needed her attention. She apologized when I grabbed a stroller or carried a bag. She thanked me for being patient with… Read more: Somewhere Between Boston and Salem: How Women Lose Themselves-and Find Their Way Back
- My Doctor Said Yes. My Body Said Yes. My Insurance Said No. But at Least a Toy in My Back Seat Thinks I’m a Winner.I was driving around last week with donations in my back seat because isn’t that what we do? We gather the things, we put them in the car where we’ll see them… Read more: My Doctor Said Yes. My Body Said Yes. My Insurance Said No. But at Least a Toy in My Back Seat Thinks I’m a Winner.
- I Thrive in the Background. The Problem Is Nobody Pays You There.It started with an AI interview. I had applied for what I thought was a writing position. Something that made sense for where I am right now — building a blog, creating… Read more: I Thrive in the Background. The Problem Is Nobody Pays You There.
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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