Becoming a human-vessel made me a mother, but it also taught me who I am as a woman; literally, I didn’t know that I had a uterus or that it was super bad-ass, until after I picked up my first Bradley Method book. Four home births later, my husband and I have maintained a sense of humor while maneuvering the daily failures, lessons, and bonds that parenting provides.

My brighter moments are spent homeschooling outside in the Sierra National Forest with other wild families and pursuing a slow and steady education towards attaining my BS (I will never not think that is funny). Other days you can find me: eating pineapple, even though I am painfully allergic, actually running out of gas, and crying in public when strangers show empathy with one another.