
I Traded My Work Trips for This
On sisterhood, and why the calendar never clears itself.
The unscripted version of a woman you might know from the internet. Minnesota mama, writing from the mess.
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On sisterhood, and why the calendar never clears itself.

On momentum, the myth that it's given to us, and what happened when I finally took my foot off the gas.

What I’ve been scared to say out loud about stepping back

My book turned four this week. I thought I'd written a finish line. Turns out I'd planted a question, and I've spent four years following it home.

What we were chasing, what we found, and what we'd choose if no one was watching.

On late diagnosis, the cost of performing fine, and why the brains we were told were broken might be exactly what this moment needs.

On learning that the rest itself was the thing, not the prelude to the thing, not the recovery from the thing, the thing.

On a daughter who buried her face in dirt without being asked, a grandmother who saved every scrap she ever touched, and a woman who thought she had nothing in common with either of them

The real Easter story is about who didn't leave, and why that still matters.

On learning to do the invisible work, trust the dark season, and tend the earth like it's tending you back