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.
- Back When Everything Had to WaitIt’s raining outside on the first day of September, and Evelyn is watching The Grinch while I write. We finally moved on from The Adventures of Ichabod Crane, although apparently we went… Read more: Back When Everything Had to Wait
- I Need a List for How to Do NothingIt’s Thursday, and I’m finally sitting down to finish the post I usually start on Monday. I delayed writing yesterday because Nick and I went to Saratoga for a date at the… Read more: I Need a List for How to Do Nothing
- 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
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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