Hi there and welcome to The Mending Space, friend.

In the winter of 2010, I sat at an antique sewing machine, foggy and directionless, a new mom craving something I couldn’t define. Born a poet, words and wit failed me in those early days of motherhood. But there was something in the rhythm of needle and thread that made sense, something I could sustain. So I mended.

A few years later, I transitioned from machine patchwork to a type of hand embroidery deeply rooted in Japanese history called boro stitching. The moment I discovered this art of honoring necessity, lack, imperfection, impermanence, and natural materials, I had found my home.

As I stitched in stolen hours, lines of poetry began finding their way back into the tapestry of my life. In between loads of laundry, dirty diapers, and homeschooling neurodivergent learners, I freed myself to dance with these two creative mediums. In these years that have followed, I have learned how to welcome poems when they ask to be written and honor the call of linen and twine when it’s time to mend.

I am here gratefully with a beginner’s mind, inviting creativity, and devoting myself to healing and connection by way of wonky stitches and restorative words.

I know you have a story of vastness and depth, too, friend. I hope you’ll say hi. I’m so glad that you found The Mending Space on your way. If you’d like to connect with The Mending Space circle, please visit the gentle and generous community on Instagram. Or find me on Substack where I write about the honest and tender moments.

If you’d like to learn about my values and the organizations I support, please visit the Values page.

You are always welcome here. Take good care and go gently…