Most of what I write starts the same way: life happens, and I don’t know what to think about until I’ve written or talked my way through it. That’s true of the letters to my best friend housed here, and it’s true of a book series I’ve been building in quiet for some time now, one scene at a time.

I’m not sure if the fiction and the grief and the faith stuff are as separated as they may look on a category menu. They’re all just me trying to make sense of things by telling the truth slant, the way any self-respecting Southern writer leans— just with a little bit of the glorious, the grotesque, the grace unearned. You know—the good stuff.

A colorful digital illustration featuring a black silhouette of a cat sitting on a beige background, with a purple line drawing of a woman with curly hair on the left. Two Polaroid-style photos are hanging from strings, showing women smiling and taking selfies. The background is lavender, with the words "KINDRED for Keeps" in bold black letters at the bottom.
A colorful digital illustration featuring a black silhouette of a cat sitting on a beige background, with a purple line drawing of a woman with curly hair on the left. Two Polaroid-style photos are hanging from strings, showing women smiling and taking selfies. The background is lavender, with the words "KINDRED for Keeps" in bold black letters at the bottom.

  • Just letters to my late best friend.

  • How Rachael’s polaroid camera habit and my desire to hold memories in my hand captured my 2026.

  • Where I dive into my little fictional worlds and characters I have created—fiction drabbles and musings about novel book creation, and the process and it’s madness— all documented with this tag.

  • Musings on faith, grief, doubt, endurance, hope… shared by my best friend over cold can of Diet Coke.

  • Revisiting my podcaster days by going over the Classic literature Rachael and I loved to discuss!

  • Motherhood is hard enough. Add two boys. Then a recent ADHD diagnosis of a 37 year old mama. Consider this an ongoing record of my many failures and God-provided successes in the realm of parenting.

Two mama-shaped indoor cats.

Kindred spirits, for keeps.

Besties for life and what comes after.

Here lives an Anne-and-Diana friendship that somehow became a mission for every overstimulated mama who needs one.