If you've found your way here it might be because something in your life right now is hard in a way that's difficult to explain to most people. Maybe you're loving someone through something that is breaking you. Maybe the life you've spent years building just fell apart, or maybe you've always felt like you exist slightly outside of everyone else - present but not quite feeling like you belong. 

I'm a woman who dreamed of ordinary things  - I never imagined myself with a mega career or wearing power suits. I wanted a regular house, a marriage that lasted and some regular kids. If a Suburban could be in the driveway, even better. I wanted something that held together. I grew up moving from house to house and watching relationships fail all around me. I wanted, more than almost anything, to be the one who did it differently. I wanted to build something that held - stable and ordinary. 

It just didn't go that way.

I've been divorced. I've sat in the wreckage of a life I built my whole identity around and had to figure out who I was inside the rubble - and I also had to do this with no car, no job or money and while raising a child.

I've loved a son through addiction, hanging out with "the wrong crowd" juvenile hall, courtrooms, running away and moments so dark I wasn't sure either of us would survive them.

I've spent most of my life feeling like I don't quite fit - too much in some rooms, invisible in others, always slightly outside the easy belonging others seem to find without trying.

I'm a woman who's lived a lot of life outside the white picket fence and now feel the best thing to do with my experiences is to share them - so anyone else who may have found themselves outside of that same picket fence knows they're not alone out there.

So this space, all of it is for you.