it’s in ordinary stories and noticing how they hold sacred meaning. it’s taking the time to be drawn into them, sitting with their hum and then writing. many stories here are about motherhood, my vulnerability toward depression, and creating space to notice.
i’m a maker of things and words living in pittsburgh with my husband, two kids and two dogs. this city has been home for almost 12 years, but for three of those years, we lived as expats in the middle east. i’m shaped by good ice cream, red wine, yoga, breathing deeply, reading Mary Karr, Rilke, David Sedaris, Jan Richardson, Anne Lamott, watercoloring and drawing, walks in the woods, and my soft aging skin.