Starkly vulnerable and rooted in all things wild and wandering, these are words for those who long to come home to themselves.

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I took this photo on May 7, 2020… the day I had sterilization surgery. Nearly five years later, I’ve lived to regret that choice. I wrote an essay about it over on #huffpostpersonal , which you can read by following the link in my bio,
I didn’t get into grad school. (This line is where I typed “at least, not yet,” backspaced it, and let the first line stand. Ouch. Uncomfortable.) I didn’t get in. My top pick program, my shiny new career, took its place amo
Happy three years of the most unhinged relationship progression ever. Meet-cute, trail magic, Appalachian Trail. Thought I’d never speak to or see him again. Was right for like… 10 months? Six months into dating, we bought our (first
Three years ago today, I touched the first white blaze of the AT, turned, and walked north. Most days lately, I feel unrecognizable from the woman who stood at the southern terminus with thousands of miles ahead of her. The drive, the confidence, th
Watching the 2025 #nobo season start up as not-hostel-owners has been seriously bittersweet. But volunteering with @appalachianlongdistancehikers is giving us our #appalachiantrail community fix! We’re the volunteers for hostels from Davenport