About

A mid-40s mom, Chicago native, homeschooling my kids in Wisconsin, where half the state embraces progress and the other half makes raising nonbinary, neurodivergent kids feel like a political act. I unschool because sending my kids off to be shaped by systems that never made sense to me was never an option. I believe in the strength of family—not in some trad-wife, “know your role” kind of way, but in the deep, intentional work of creating a home that is a safe, loving, and steady force in my kids’ lives. If home is built right, it doesn’t lose importance—it remains an anchor, even as they grow. I value that. And I refuse to let my kids be raised by peers or shaped by cycles of harm I’ve spent a lifetime breaking. One kind and intentional choice at a time, I’m doing the work of healing generational trauma and building something better.

I’m married to the boy I said I’d marry at 16. Life took a few detours—first marriage, divorce—but we found our way back, and now, almost 14 years later, here we are. My writing tends to wander, jump between ideas, and occasionally overshare—chalk it up to ADHD, C-PTSD, and a lifelong need to process through words.

This blog is where I unpack parenting, politics, history, and the endless, messy work of unlearning. I don’t have all the answers, though some days it feels like it, but I believe in asking the right questions and even changing one’s mind and being open to deeper and more complex ways of understanding.

So join me as I continue to assemble my peace.