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Still Walking
A reflection on faith, covenant, and queerness from inside the tension. I still pray. I still believe. I still love my wife. I do not have every theological answer, but I am still walking.
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The Life Iām Writing Into Existence
I donāt have the money to build the life I want yetā¦ so Iām writing it first. This is the story of how Iām creating a safer, slower, more intentional life for my familyāstarting with imagination and turning it into something real.
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Grief That Grows
Healing did not mean letting my mother go. It meant learning how to keep loving her in a way that did not cost me my own lifeāand allowing grief to change shape into something quieter, steadier, and still full of love.
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Grief That Grows
After my mother died, my family did not grieve in the same way. My dad withdrew, my brother went quiet, and I had to learn that different expressions of grief do not mean abandonmentābut they do change how we love each other.
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Grief That Grows
After eight years of anticipatory grief and the loss of my mother to early onset Alzheimerās, I learned that grief doesnāt just take who you loveāit takes the shape of the world you built around them.
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Parenting Again in Midlife: For the Mothers Who Thought Theyād Be Done by Now
What happens when the season you thought was coming never arrives? This essay is for women who find themselves parenting again in midlife, in bodies that have already lived. A reflection on layered motherhood, chronic illness, neurodivergence, and loving deeply while grieving what has changed.
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Kids Do Well When They Can: Understanding Overwhelm Instead of Calling It Defiance
My daughter had reached her limit long before I realized it. In the truck after a long day, her tone sharpened, her words came out rude, and I felt that familiar mix of frustration and helplessness. In the moment, it looked like bad behavior. What I could not see yet was that she wasnāt being…
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Parenting Through Presence, Not Perfection: What My Kids Taught Me About Co-Regulation
There were mornings I could feel myself going offline. Not dramatic. Just done. My patience thin, my nerves shot, my thoughts moving faster than I could hold them. Sometimes I would sit on the bathroom floor just to breathe and let the moment pass. And quietly, my kids would follow. They wouldnāt ask for anything.…
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She Didnāt Sleep Through the Night for the First Three Years
My daughter didnāt sleep through the night for the first three years of her life. Not once. She needed presence, pressure, and movement to settle. There was no diagnosis yet, no language for what we were navigating, only the quiet knowing that her body did not rest the way other babiesā bodies seemed to. I…
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What Long-Term Commitment Looks Like in Real Life
Long-term commitment looks different when illness, kids, and stress are part of everyday life. A reflection on queer marriage, neurodivergent partnership, and choosing each other in quiet, practical ways.
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What Neurodivergent Love Really Looks Like in Real Life
Love doesnāt always look like romance or grand gestures. A reflection on neurodivergent love, commitment, and what real partnership looks like in everyday life.
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Consistency Doesnāt Mean Constant
used to believe consistency meant constant motion. Getting sick forced me to learn a different truth: returning matters more than pace, and slow progress still adds up.
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Rest Didnāt Change Me. It Revealed Me.
rest and identity, slow living, chronic illness perspective, neurodivergent life, creative identity, writing as healing, redefining success, presence over productivity, motherhood and rest, living gently, Midwest Mimi, finding clarity
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