I think this is my fifth attempt at building a blog.
Every other version died somewhere between survival mode, burnout, motherhood, work, grief, school, moving, divorce, self-doubt, and trying to become someone who had enough energy left at the end of the day to create something meaningful.
I used to think quitting meant failure.
Now I think it means I was human.
“The Gilded Margin” was built from the idea that life’s most important pieces are often written in the margins:
the side notes,
the survival stories,
the lessons nobody teaches you directly,
the beauty that exists beside the chaos instead of after it.
This space will probably be a little bit of everything:
books,
travel,
single motherhood,
healing,
advocacy,
reptiles,
trying new things,
working in public service,
and figuring out how to build a meaningful life without pretending it’s perfect.
I don’t have everything figured out.
But I’m still here.
And maybe that counts for something.
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