Swamp Witch Energy I’ve been home with my son for days dealing with the most disgusting virus. Even once he started feeling better, the sensory stuff lingered—chewing and spitting out food, then wiping it on me. Our “sweet” picnic moment? Yeah, that included me getting smeared with regurgitated sandwich. I redirected him to the towel…

I’ve never been rich. Only in short, fleeting moments have I known what it’s like to have plenty. But never—until now— did I understand the true richness of a full night’s sleep. In my youth, I believed sleepless nights meant passion, purpose, or well-aligned priorities. Now, as a parent, those same hours are spent rocking,…

When motherhood gets messy, love still shows up—even if it’s not in the ways you imagined. Last night was one of those nights. The kind where sleep feels like a stranger, and exhaustion settles deep in your bones. Where my chosen tones and words—sharp and frayed—leave behind regret. Where my actions aren’t the ones I…

My body aches. My mind won’t stop. Everything I feel feels too loud, too much, too fast. I snap. I shut down. I come back in guilt. I want to hold my son and also run from the weight of being needed. Motherhood feels natural to me— but it’s still heavy. And it’s heavier when…

Written by Jane Elliott I pumped for three months—hard core. Power pumping. Alarms buzzing. Middle-of-the-night sessions while the rest of the world slept and my baby dreamed beside me. I cried, wanting to give him what had been sold to me as “best.” For four months, I tried to latch him regularly. And for the…

“Are You My Mother?” is a classic children’s book where a baby bird searches the world, asking every creature the same question—“Are you my mother?”—until finally, it finds its way back home. But for me, that story didn’t bring comfort. It brought confusion. It wasn’t my favorite book growing up. It unsettled me. It made…

How My Winding Road to Motherhood Taught Me to See Beauty in the Unlikely I’m a mother to two boys—one in utero and one nearly two. Before this, I was a stepmom (full-time), a bonus mom, a foster mom, and a plant mom. Maybe one day I’ll be a dog mom, too. My dream of…

I’ve rewritten this post a dozen times. First it was too polished. Then too raw. Then it didn’t sound like me at all. And maybe that’s the best way to start: with a confession that I’m still finding my voice. I’m Jane. Wife, teacher, mother, writer. Former foster parent. Lover of soft blankets, hard questions,…