Kids, Am I Right? (A Tale of Love, Target, and a Broken Slip n’ Slide)
144 Dahlia Seeds, 45 Survivors, and One Cross-Country Move
I planted 144 dahlia seeds. Only 45 survived—and honestly, that feels about right. Between an inconsistent watering schedule, “helpful” kids, and prepping for a cross-country move, this is what gardening looks like in a fast-paced, unpredictable life.
The Day My Child Manifested a Toilet Overflow (and Dressed for All Four Seasons)
My child woke me up at 6 AM convinced the toilet would overflow… and then it actually did. Add in an outfit choice meant for all four seasons in 90-degree weather, and you’ve got a classic parenting moment where chaos wins and logic takes a backseat.
Some Nights I Feel Like the Rug
Some nights, motherhood feels like being walked on from one need to the next. But maybe we’re not the rug—maybe we’re the ground holding everything together.
When Peace Feels Suspicious
For years, home didn’t feel safe.
This is a story about survival mode, resilience, and what it means to finally find peace again — even when peace feels unfamiliar.
Why Simple Living Brings More Joy Than Perfect Plans
A slow, beautiful collection of timeworn pieces—hand-carved, well-loved, and completely unplanned. Because sometimes the best things you bring home are the ones you don’t have a place for yet.
Golden Eggs & Growing Roots. When Life Feels Unfinished (How to Find Joy Anyway)
A golden egg, a new neighborhood, and a home still coming together—this Easter reminded me that even in the in-between, something beautiful is already growing.
When Motherhood Feels Overwhelming and You Need to Hide
Some nights I don’t sit on the couch or turn on a show. I just go to my room. Not because I don’t love my kids—but because I’ve been needed all day and don’t have anything left to give.
When Your Parents Fight (And Somehow You’re Still in the Middle of It)
No matter how old you get, somehow your parents’ arguments still pull you in—usually at the worst possible time. One missed appointment, a group text, and suddenly you’re mediating family drama from a grocery store parking lot.
God Made Them Cute (Because Bedtime Is a Marathon)
There’s a reason people say God made kids cute—especially when bedtime turns into a marathon of extra hugs, one more question, and the hundredth trip out of the bedroom. Some nights feel exhausting, chaotic, and hilarious all at once—but hidden in those long evenings are the small moments that remind us just how little our kids still are.
Why My Husband Calls Me Wildflower
For years, my husband has called me “Wildflower.” What started as a simple nickname slowly became something more—a reminder of resilience, growth, and learning to bloom wherever life plants you.