The Blog Must Go On

I’ve just written one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to put into words—a poem about my mom. It wasn’t easy, but sometimes the most difficult things are the ones we need to write the most. Even though it weighs heavy on my heart, the blog must go on.

Writing about the complexities of life doesn’t stop when the words feel tough. In fact, it’s those tough words that often bring the most clarity. So here I am, moving forward with this blog, sharing not just the pain but also the hope, the humor, and everything in between.

Life doesn’t hit pause when things get heavy, and neither does this blog. There’s something healing in putting it all out there—whether it’s the sadness, the laughter, or the random thoughts that pop into my head all day long. Writing has a funny way of being a little chaotic. One minute, you’re pouring your heart into something deep, and the next, you’re cracking jokes about the craziness of everyday life.

Motherhood, for example, is an endless source of humor (and exhaustion). I could write chapter books about how my kids have this incredible knack for finding the one thing I’ve misplaced—usually just after I’ve given up looking for it. Or how they manage to make a snack that involves exactly three ingredients look like a tornado tore through the kitchen.

There’s beauty in that chaos, though. It’s the kind of mess that makes life worth writing about. I might spend hours thinking about the weight of the past, but I’m also here, navigating the present—full of sticky hands, loud noises, and love that sometimes feels as complicated as the emotions I’ve written into my poems.

And then there’s the unpredictability of my day-to-day life. It’s like an ongoing sitcom—starring my kids, my husband, and me as the mom trying to hold it all together. I could write a whole episode on Carson’s refusal to eat anything that isn’t on his very selective menu. Sometimes I think he’s in a secret competition to see how long he can survive on chicken nuggets alone. Meanwhile, my husband, Calvin, is the calm in the storm, always managing to keep things grounded when I’m ready to throw my hands up in defeat.

But even in all the chaos, there’s a sense of peace I’ve come to rely on. Sure, I might get overwhelmed by life’s little (or big) surprises, but there’s something comforting about knowing that I can come back here—to this blog—and write it all out. It’s a space where I can be honest about the mess and the beauty that coexist in my world.

So, whether I’m writing about the hard stuff, like my mom, or the hilarious moments of motherhood that leave me laughing through the exhaustion, one thing’s for sure: the blog must go on. Life keeps moving, and so do I, finding humor, meaning, and a little bit of magic in everyday.