PMDD isn’t “just PMS.”
It’s a hormonal hostage situation that hijacked my life, my personality, and occasionally my sanity.

And here’s the kicker — almost no one talks about it.
It’s wildly under-diagnosed, often mistaken for anxiety, depression, or “being dramatic,” and way too many women are silently white-knuckling their way through it every single month.

I’m not a doctor — just a woman who survived rage blackouts, relationship landmines, and a body allergic to its own hormones.

If you’ve ever felt like an emotional tornado 1–2 weeks every month, HEY GIRL! Pull up a chair. You’re in the right place.
This space exists to call PMDD out, drag it into the light, and finally talk about the thing we should’ve been talking about all along.

You’re not alone. And you’re definitely not imagining it.

Coaching youth basketball has taught me more about God than most Bible studies ever have. Between missed layups, selfish plays, tears, and surprise victories, I started to realize something… we probably look a lot like these kids to Him. This is a tired mom’s courtside theology on patience, obedience, and trusting the Coach. Turns out… God’s been teaching me from the sidelines.

I recently discovered my spirit animal is a feral raccoon — and suddenly everything made sense. Late nights, dark circles, emotional support snacks, and chaotic but lovable energy. This survival guide exists purely for entertainment, self-dragging, and the comfort of knowing you are absolutely not the only one

A single spark can destroy everything—or redefine it.
This piece explores what happens after the fire: when survival masquerades as success, leadership goes unnoticed, and rebuilding becomes the quiet work that shapes who we are and what we leave behind. It’s funny how a little spark… can change everything.

There are two versions of me: the optimistic, overcommitted daytime version… and the feral, hoodie-wearing version that shows up after 8:30pm. If you’ve ever wondered why your personality clocks out before bedtime, this one’s for you.

Apparently, when we yell, people hear less from us. Who knew? What happens when you don’t recognize YOU are the toxic one and the one that others now need to cut out of their life?

Ten years. A decade.

Alot can change. At home. At work. In life. In motherhood. But having a child turning ten puts a whole new spin on the timeline of life. Moments to remember and changes you’re glad you made.

Told through the eyes of his granddaughter – this is a tribute to the man behind the boats, the sea stories, and the steady hands that kept a small town afloat.