The House Where I Lost Myself

The House Where I Lost Myself

This is the house where I lost myself. Eighteen years ago, that little bungalow felt palatial to us, and Brad and I were thrilled to put our stamp on our first real home. It would become the house where we’d start a family, and we were so excited to meet our...

honoring the hard parts

Over the past several weeks, I have written this post a million times in my head. But I’ve avoided writing it…not sure how to say it, embarrassed by my hesitancy, wrestling with how it might come across. My baby turned five last week. FIVE. Yesterday, I...