Buy yourself a disposable camera. Keep it in an easily-accessible spot, and snap photos of everyday moments in your home.

I was once told by a therapist that I don’t know who I am. At first I was taken aback and a little offended. Excuse me? Yes, I do. I have...

These things don’t exactly seem photo-worthy. After all, they’re just things. They’re not aesthetically pleasing. They aren’t...

I look out our windows at the snow blanketing the open acres that surround our warm, loving, safe home. I know how lucky I am.

March was an eventful month: I quit my job, cut off my hair, and ran my first half marathon with my sister, Allison, for her 30th birthday.

As I tried earnestly to become one with my couch, my pounding head and I were summoned out from under the warmth of the blanket and into...

Love is particularly the way we live on the land when all signs of life have gone underground; when most find her unlovable, inhospitable—lo

Folklore played through the speakers as I drove west down the gravel road with the twins in tow, bringing fall to mind, making me yearn...

5 Things I Didn't Want My Garden to Teach Me (But It Did Anyway): The most important lessons are often the most difficult to learn.

As their mom, I try so hard To soak up every last bit of them Just as they are But inevitably I will fail For try as I might...

Almost two weeks ago I made the decision That I’m done joining in on the cultural delusion The lie, the mutual contract, that insists we...

It was the year before the world fell apart Quietly, my internal world was crumbling From the outside looking in, things looked good I...

I'm a ravenous reader of books. When I say books, I mean books. I'm a snob for the sensation of fine paper on my fingertips

It's only been about a week since I deleted Instagram off my phone, but I already feel calmer. There's more space in my head. It's quieter.

In fact, she is different than I am. She did not judge me harshly. As she sat at the table next to me, she noticed me, too.

Honestly, who do you think you are? They’re laughing at you behind their phones.

I'll spend my life tailoring my words because I want her to know her worth.

I wrote this in December 2021 after a particularly difficult mental health day.

August has been surprisingly mild... the mornings have been cool, foggy, and not too humid. These mornings... herald the beginning of fall.

You’re 30, and you don’t cough anymore. Yeah. I thought you’d think that’s pretty amazing. Can I tell you more?