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.
- Chasing Christmas Magic (With Paper Bags and Questionable Decisions)Well, it’s officially Thursday at 8:13 p.m., and I’m finally sitting down to write this week’s post that I always plan to have ready for Friday. I’m trying something new and keeping… Read more: Chasing Christmas Magic (With Paper Bags and Questionable Decisions)
- Somewhere Between “MOM!” and “What the Fuck?!”Life’s changing. I have questions. And coffee. Does anyone else put on a movie they have absolutely no intention of actually watching? Not because you don’t love it, but because you’ve seen… Read more: Somewhere Between “MOM!” and “What the Fuck?!”
- Picking Up Other People’s Shit (And Other Things I Could Stop Doing)Well, it’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve had coffee, and I’m happy to report that I survived missing last Friday’s essay without having an existential crisis about it. Between a… Read more: Picking Up Other People’s Shit (And Other Things I Could Stop Doing)

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