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...

a letter to my 30s: the calm after the storm

Dear 30s, This is our last day together. While many friends have fretted lately over leaving you behind, I have felt downright euphoric. Ready for a clean slate, a fresh start. Ready to ditch a decade that frequently felt like an uphill climb. But the closer...