Personal essays and observations about motherhood, identity and the everyday.
Not everything I write begins with a book.
Sometimes it's a conversation I've had on the podcast, something I've noticed in my own experience of raising four children, or an ordinary moment that makes me reconsider what I thought I understood about motherhood.
This is a space for those thoughts, too. For unfinished ideas, personal essays, observations, and reflections that don't necessarily arrive at a neat conclusion.