Welcome. I’m glad you found me, glad you found my sketchpad for this wild time in my life. New motherhood. Unemployment. An invisible career, grown in nap times from the solitude of my couch. Of clearing out all of the business cards and dress pants and acronyms behind my name that no longer serve me, however painful and lonely it is to part with their comforts.

This is me, barefoot.

This is a blog to give a voice to the shadows of the female experience on the crux of middle age. It’s about having it all and having nothing. About identity and calling, barriers of glass, barriers of brick, barriers of fog, and barriers of our own emotional luggage, piled up along the highway like the belly of the Greyhound carrying all parts of ourselves had blown open, vomited, kept going.

It’s about motherhood. But what motherhood really means. What it adds, what it subtracts. Its floods and its tourniquets. It’s about where the ocean of motherhood fits into the dry land we’ve created–created based on ignorance and empty promises in a culture that fades us out–how it rises and falls, reshaping our shores. It’s about us, in our connection and our disconnection, our power and our helplessness.

It’s about how it all fits. Or doesn’t fit. And how that is a fit, of sorts, for it has to be. How we are flung and scattered like seeds, how the weather cracks us open, and how, well, we figure out how to blossom where we are, to thrive or perish or neither or both.

And we do. We do it all.

– Daisy Moss, 2016