It’s Never Too Late to Begin: Why Your Timing is Perfect
They say life has seasons. I used to think I missed mine.
But now I know this: what’s built in doesn’t expire—it waits. It shapes you in the dark, calls to you when you’ve gone quiet, and shows up again when the world thinks it’s “too late.”
What the Kitchen Gave Back to Me
I didn’t step into the kitchen expecting to find my mother. But in the rhythm of cooking - hands moving, music playing, flavors dancing - I felt her beside me. The kitchen became a place where grief softened, joy simmered, and love, somehow, found its way back into every meal.
What Making Taught Me About Belonging
I thought I was just arranging flowers. But in the mess of stems and petals, I was learning how to take up space. Creating alongside others, I didn’t just make something beautiful - I began to believe I belonged. Not because I had it all figured out, but because I finally showed up as myself.
When I Can’t Control Life, I Fix Furniture
Sometimes, life feels like a mess I can’t clean up. But give me a wobbly chair or a chipped table, and I’ll find my way back. In the quiet sanding, the steady painting, the piecing back together - I remember that beauty doesn’t ask for perfection. It just asks for presence.
Sourdough + Starting Over
After 6 years in an apartment and a lifetime away from my roots, I’m starting over in the country - with a picture window, pasture views, and a sourdough starter. This is a story about flour, fresh starts, and finally calling a place home.