Windkeeper

Some mornings I wake up and wonder how the hell we got here.Not in a regretful way—just in that staring-at-the-ceiling, “what day is it?” kind of way. Coffee goes on. The sun creeps in. My husband still asleep, and I’m just sitting there, aware of the fact that we have no clue where we’ll be … Read more

We didn’t fucking choose this.We didn’t wake up one day and say, “You know what sounds fun? Losing everything. Burning it all down. Living out of an RV while our bodies unravel from trauma and our nervous systems scream for rest.” No. This wasn’t some spiritual retreat. This wasn’t a curated van life fantasy with … Read more