Cookies. Just like mom used to make?

The other day my daughters and I made cookies. We always use my mom’s recipe cause it’s the best. As the kitchen filled with laughter, the sweet smell of vanilla sugar, and flour clouds I felt so much joy. With the cookies in the oven and my girls playing upstairs I stood at the counter…


Welcome to my cozy corner of the web! I will be exploring how trauma effects my life. The seen and unseen. How it plays a role in parenting, partnering, relationships of every kind, from my neighbor to myself. It will be raw and sometimes messy cause that’s life. It will also be full of love…

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