Group of people at a wedding, including a bride in a lace wedding dress holding a bouquet, a groom in a black suit, and four children dressed in formal attire, posing indoors with a TV mounted on the wall behind them.

Wife. Mom. Bonus Mom. Bruh.

About Me

I began writing in 2008 after doctors diagnosed my five-month-old son, Cornelius, with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) and gave him a terminal prognosis. Writing helped me process the tidal wave of emotions I faced daily. It became a place where I could be completely honest—with myself, with God, and with my grief.

Since then life has handed me more than I could’ve imagined, and I’ve experienced parenting in almost every form. I’ve been a young mom, a grieving mom, a single mom, and a remarried mom. I’ve parented through terminal illness, child loss, and addiction (both my own and my spouses). I’ve co-parented long-distance, sent my child to live with the other parent, and build a blended family out of heartbreak and second chances. I’ve sat with suicidal thoughts as a mother—and still fought to show up.

With six kids (two daughters, one son, one angel baby, and two bonus sons) and a full calendar, my life is anything but quiet. I tackle big challenges at work by day, share “happy-crappy” moments over dinner with my family, and spend evenings at dance competitions and sporting events—with strong opinions about the font choices on the program.

I’m an expert at not being an expert. I heal out loud—so others can too.

Family of seven posing in a lush, green forest with tall trees and wildflowers.
Black and white photo of a woman holding a baby, both looking at the camera.
A woman with long blonde hair and tattoos on her arms taking a selfie near a small memorial with flowers and a wooden cross in a natural outdoor setting.