“She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl.”
– Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
This is one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite novels. Throughout the book, we’re hearing from Scout as she reflects on her life. Through her outward reflection, she finds clarity.
A few years back, after separating from her father I started writing blogs for my daughter. I had starting writing letters to her the day I got back from the hospital (I have transcribed some of those letters here). After the split, I thought it was a good idea to keep in touch with her, even if she didn’t know it. I had my daughter when I was
I had my daughter when I was 20, and left her dad at 23. Being a young single mother with a lot of goals, I never wanted my daughter to be burdened with my youth, singleness, or work life. Though this blog started as sort of a guilty explanation, it quickly evolved into a reflection of where I was, where she has been, and the lessons I want her to hold on to along the way.
My hope is that one day I can give her this gift: my outward reflection with the hope that it helps her understand me and more importantly, herself.
I am an entrepreneur and business service provider and as such, I try to purchase from indie businesses before going to Target (but like many, Target is one of my vices nevertheless). I am constantly reading books, news articles, and blogs. I love DIY projects and am currently focusing on the never-ending task of filling my home with pieces I love. I am always cleaning out a wardrobe that never seems to have enough. I am building a life with my best friend and biggest supporter. Most of all I am a mother, working to be a good example for my daughter and teaching her how to be her own person in a world full of individuals.
This blog is a collection of all that I create, experience, love and struggle with when it comes to being a girl and raising one too.
A note: Some of the posts on this blog are private and meant only for Evey when she is older due to the privacy of those involved and the deeply personal nature of those pieces of our history.