What my toddler taught me about messiness, discovery, and the parts of life we try too hard to do neatly.

In honor of Mother’s Day, an essay about putting down my phone and remembering what mattered most as a child—and what matters most now as a mother.

Roots That Reach Beyond the Bloom: How a Magnolia Tree Came to Hold My Story of Home

On ladybugs, memory, and the quiet ways small moments ripple across generations.

There’s nothing like Mother Nature teaching a lesson in motherhood. How a derailed day with a toddler became a practice in going with the flow and following the wind.

On what happens after the glittery promise of the ball drop fades.

Bedtimes, babyhood, and how the night before my son’s first birthday had me feeling everything.

Being an adult during Christmas is a bit more, well, stressful. One holiday memory always brings me back to the true meaning of Christmas. One memory, and ten dogs.

A semi-fictional short story about leaving a bookstore empty-handed, but full-hearted.

The story of a moment when Mother Nature taught this mama (and her baby) a thing or two.

When gray skies bring not only rain but also treasured memories, sentimental firsts, and full-circle moments.

A story about motherhood, monsters, and the art of giving yourself candy-sized grace.

How a pair of puppy dog eyes helped this mama see herself again.

Balancing chaos and fun - something motherhood and the circus have in common. Among a few other things.

The story of how the life I have today all boils down to one moment of rejection.

Motherhood can both be suffocating and a breath of fresh air. Here is the story of how a cleansing breath to myself finally got me breathing easy.

In honor of the sun slowly setting sooner in the day, here is an old piece about the small, quiet, lovely little ladies who made my childhood summers special.

As children, we are taught to “be nice” through things like The Golden Rule. But what about being kind?

Too Kinds of People: Too Nice Vol. 1

In just a week, I went from focused and driven to wide-eyed and cruising. *insert shrugging emoji…But who said that has to be a bad thing? Here’s a poem about it.

If I’m going to start the conversation, I might as well start with myself! What makes me a Too Kind of Person?