Who I Am

I’m a Gen X wife, mom, HR pro, and chronic overthinker turned accidental truth-teller. I’ve survived some things I wouldn’t wish on anyone—cancer, stroke, burnout, PTSD, and the full-throttle chaos of trying to hold it all together while everything falls apart. I’m still here. Still showing up. Still figuring it out.

I live in the middle of a cornfield in north central Indiana with my chaplain husband, three rescue dogs, and a brain that never shuts up. I joke that I married a chaplain because I need all the prayer I can get. It could also be because he’s super cute and looks great in uniform (for real). But mostly, it’s because he meets the bar set by my Papaw—and I love him like crazy.

Why I Write

I’ve spent most of my life trying to hold it together—at work, at home, in my faith—and this blog is where I finally stopped pretending.

I write because I’m tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of staying silent. And finally ready to say the things I wish someone had said to me. This space is where I share my stories, my experience, and my truth. Hopefully, along the way, I’ll help someone find the courage to speak their truth.

It’s where grit meets grace (in theory), where sarcasm lives next door to sincerity, and where I finally get to be all of me—feral and functioning.

What You’ll Find Here

I don’t have a product to sell or a polished life to show off. What I do have is a lot to say about what it means to survive and keep going—about love, grief, parenting, surviving my government job, and what happens when you stop trying to fit in and start telling the truth instead.

If you’ve ever felt like you were too much and not enough at the same time—welcome. You’re not alone.

Feral Facts (Because Why Not)

  • I was born and raised in Kentucky and can’t shake the accent to save my life.
  • I have 37 college math credit hours and no intention of using them.
  • I survived government employment.
  • I believe sarcasm is a love language.
  • I’d collect rescue dogs like some people collect coffee mugs... but I prefer to stay married.
  • I’m a three-time survivor—I’ve shared two. Someday, I’ll share the third.
  • I love Jesus but swear a little... okay, a lot.
  • I’m obsessed with spreadsheets, but I write like my life depends on it.
  • I keep going, no matter what life throws—bricks, curveballs, or flaming dumpsters. At this point, it’s basically whack-a-mole with trauma.

I stay. I try again. That’s the whole story, really.