This blog is an assortment of memories and meaning-making. From fractured wrists on the first day of first grade to late-night existential crises, each entry is an attempt to name the unnamed moments that stick with us.
Some pieces are memoir, some are fiction, and some straddle the blurry line between truth and storytelling. All of them start with a question, or maybe just a feeling. Most don’t end in answers.
Who I am.
I’m Jessica. I write because it’s the only way I’ve processed my experiences, be it grief, faith, relationships, or anything else life throws at me.
I’m drawn to the moments we don’t talk about out loud: the heartbreaks we minimize, the panic attacks we hide, the awkward silences that linger after the words we didn’t say. I’m interested in the ugly, beautiful, mundane things that leave a mark. I believe stories are how we survive them.
I live in Idaho. I believe in science, coffee, dogs with too much personality, and the weird comfort of oversharing on the internet. I have an emotionally complicated relationship with my brain and a generally uncomplicated relationship with sarcasm.
This blog is my attempt to write toward clarity or catharsis… whichever comes first. If anything here feels familiar to you, I hope you’ll stay awhile.
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