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.
- We Try Before We Cry: What a Toddler, a Lawn Mower, and Florence and the Machine Taught Me About Asking for HelpWe try before we cry. It’s something I started saying to Evelyn to help her regulate. Toddlers go straight to crying before they’ve even attempted the thing — the jacket zipper, the… Read more: We Try Before We Cry: What a Toddler, a Lawn Mower, and Florence and the Machine Taught Me About Asking for Help
- I Have Never Once Thought “Eh, Close Enough, Combine Them”We have been in the birthday run since May. With this many kids there is bound to be a stretch where it’s birthday after birthday — ours goes May 20, June 6,… Read more: I Have Never Once Thought “Eh, Close Enough, Combine Them”
- What 23 Years of Motherhood Finally Taught Me About Living My Own LifeI have a hard time with acceptance. Logic, routine, and consistency are my love language — I genuinely believe that if you do the right things in the right order, you get… Read more: What 23 Years of Motherhood Finally Taught Me About Living My Own Life
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