about me
living inside the everyday
About me
Between school, activities, and last-minute Target runs, I’m pretty sure I could moonlight as a taxi driver. Minus the tips. Add in the occasional, “Mom, I forgot I need 24 cupcakes by tomorrow,” and it’s a miracle if I finish my coffee while it’s still hot.
Weekend mornings are my favorite. I’m usually flipping pancakes in my pajamas. My daughter is asking if she can add whipped cream and sprinkles to everything. My husband is trying to sneak a few bites before it hits the table. And somehow, strawberries and syrup end up everywhere. Every time. Our dog Daisy is never mad about it.
Our life isn’t curated. It’s a little loud, a little messy, and very loved.
And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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The way my daughter still slips her hand into mine, even now, feels like everything. But it’s her imagination that truly takes my breath away. She’s the best storyteller I know. Watching the world unfold through her eyes is one of my life’s greatest joys.
my daughters Stories
There’s something sacred about slipping away to a cozy coffee shop with my husband or a dear friend. No chaos. No to-do lists. Just connection. Real conversation. The kind of catch-ups that turn into memories, laughter, and honest reflections about our beautifully imperfect lives.
my moms quilts
There’s something about fresh flowers. Bright, effortless, and full of life. They make me pause, breathe, and smile. You’ll often find them in my work, quietly weaving their magic.
fresh flowers
My mom is a master quilter, and every piece she creates is stitched with love, story, and soul. Each one is vibrant and one of a kind.
But it’s the love she layers into every quilt that means the most. When I wrap myself in one, it feels like she’s hugging me
from the inside out.
quiet moments &
real conversations
a few of my favorite things...
1. michael stipe, in the sun
currently on my playlist
2. pearl jam, just breathe
3. john dever, Annie's song
4. Mazzy star, fade into you
a few things you'll learn about me over coffee...
I have visited 22 countries,
and more adventure awaits.
i've always been more
comfortable behind the camera.
The mornings and I are not
on speaking terms...
Survivor is my
not-so-guilty pleasure...
What I Learned When Life Stopped,
and my odds to live were 5%...
A quiet glimpse into what fuels my work
Last year after weeks of fighting a cold, I went to urgent care expecting antibiotics and an early bedtime. Instead, my oxygen levels had dropped to 46%, an ambulance rushed me to the ER, and suddenly my world narrowed to a 5% chance to live. I spent months in a coma, waking up scarred, forever changed, and deeply aware that time isn’t promised—it's a gift.
Those scars are now my daily reminder of why I do this work. Because we don’t get to choose how long our story lasts…but we can choose to honor the chapters we’re in.
To me, it’s never about perfect pictures. It’s about honoring who your child is right now—gap-toothed grins, wild curls, scraped knees, twinkling eyes, and all the tiny wonders that make them who they are. Childhood isn’t still. It’s constantly unfolding.
And once this chapter turns, you can’t flip back to it.
That’s why I believe in pausing time—
not to perfect it, but to preserve the moments that matter most.
