The rolling hills of my ancestors
The Rolling Hills of My Ancestors
My journey, my truth
Welcome to my story—a reflection of the path I’ve walked and the lessons I’ve learned along the way. This is a space where I open up about the moments that have shaped me, both the beautiful and the broken, with the hope of connecting with you and reminding you that you are never alone.
Here, I share the real and unfiltered parts of life—the struggles, the growth, the setbacks, and the small victories in between. I believe there is purpose in our pain, and that healing doesn’t happen all at once, but in moments of honesty, reflection, and grace. Some days are heavy, some are hopeful, and many are a mix of both—but every step forward matters. It’s about owning my scars, not hiding from them, and learning to see them as part of my strength rather than my shame. Keeping faith, returning to faith, finding faith.
God sisters
There’s a kind of friendship that feels less like something you found and more like something heaven placed gently into your life at exactly the right time. A friendship that doesn’t need constant explanation, doesn’t demand perfection, and doesn’t fade when life gets messy. It’s the kind of bond people search for their whole lives—a soul sister, a sister in Christ, a best friend who sees you clearly and loves you anyway.
HOME SWEET 1902 HOME
I did it. I actually did it. After all the waiting, the second-guessing, the setbacks that felt like they would never end—I finally bought my house. June 23rd. The day I signed those papers, my hand shaking just enough to remind me how much this meant… I DID IT. Finally.
Hippies Two Generations Too Late
We were born in the wrong decade and we knew it the moment the music hit our bones.
Forgive me Lord
I used to live for revenge. I thought it would make me whole. I thought it would erase the sting, the betrayal, the knife of their words and actions. I was petty, I was sharp, I was ruthless in my thoughts. I plotted. I schemed. I imagined the satisfaction of seeing them falter, of proving to the world who was “right.”
Pencils and Lenses
Photography and writing are not just things I do—they are how I breathe life back into the moments that would otherwise slip through my fingers. They are my way of saying, this mattered, even when the world keeps moving too fast to notice.
Aurora Borealis
She was only 37, but somehow she carried the kind of wisdom most people spend a lifetime chasing. The kind you don’t learn from books—but the kind she could have filled one with anyway, page after page of facts, stories, and beautifully “useless” information that somehow always mattered. She had a mind that held onto everything, and a heart that gave it all away just as freely.
Charsky and Butch
We met in high school, somewhere between who we were and who we were becoming. Back when life felt wide open and time didn’t seem like something we could ever run out of. We cheered side by side, voices hoarse under Friday night lights, laughing more than we probably practiced. Somehow, in the middle of all that noise, we found each other—and it stuck.
Free Bird
Free Bird
Boo Boo
Being an aunt is one of my greatest joys in life. Yes, I am a mom—and that role means everything to me—but being an aunt is a different kind of magic. It’s a bond built on love, trust, laughter, and a little bit of mischief. I’m not just their aunt; I’m their friend, their safe space, the one they can come to when they need a break from the world or just someone to truly listen.
Run Charley Run
Yeah—who cares that I run now?Oh wait… *I do.*
The single mom journey
Being a single mom, raising two incredible kids on my own, has been the defining role of my life. It's a journey filled with unique challenges and immense joys. Every step has taught me resilience, the power of unconditional love, and the strength I never knew I had. This part of my story is about navigating the beautiful chaos of single parenthood and finding my way forward.
Finding faith amidst loss
Life has brought more loss than I ever expected. Losing my brother, my sister, my father, an unborn child and others close to me has tested me deeply. Through that pain, faith hasn’t come easily—it’s been something I’ve had to search for. It’s in that search for comfort and meaning that I’ve begun to see that even when everything feels broken, there can still be light. And even on the hardest days, I continue choosing to hold onto that faith.
Navigating sobriety in a drinking world
My journey has also included confronting the presence of alcohol in my life, particularly through difficult dating experiences. Staying sober when drinking is so prevalent and socially accepted can be a constant challenge. This part of my story is about making intentional choices, prioritizing my well-being, and finding strength in sobriety even when it feels like an uphill battle.
The chaos of online dating
Dating in my late 30s, especially with online dating, has been an adventure all its own. From unexpected encounters to navigating the digital world of romance, it's often a chaotic, sometimes humorous, and always insightful experience. This is where I share my unfiltered thoughts on trying to find connection and love in the modern dating landscape.
Lessons learned: grace, love, and worth
Through it all, I've learned invaluable lessons. The most profound is to give myself grace and not expect perfection. I remind myself that sometimes God puts people in our lives not only so we can show them they are worthy of love, but also so we are reminded to love ourselves. These insights guide me every day.
"My ultimate hope in sharing my story is to encourage others and let them know, truly, that they are not alone on their path."
Mama with Scars and Scripture
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