My thoughts deserve a home, so here we are.
Hello. Hi. Welcome.
Number 1. Beginnings are hard.
Hi.
I’m a mom of two boys.
Somewhere between school pickup and building things in Salesforce, I realized my thoughts deserved a home—so here we are.
This space is for the in-between—the practical and the personal, the industry talk and the inner life. Sometimes you’ll get reflections on faith or family. Sometimes it’s logistics, sometimes it’s life. Sometimes it’s just something I can’t stop thinking about.
No set schedule. No performance. Just honest writing, when it matters (maybe).
I’m glad you’re here.
Why this, why now
The stories we don’t tell are the ones that quietly shape us.
I’ve spent the past decade in logistics, technology, and faith—fields that don’t often overlap but somehow always intersect in my life. As a convert to Catholicism, a woman in the freight industry, and a mother navigating the beautiful chaos that comes with it, I’ve realized there’s power in pulling threads together.
This Substack is a place for the unfiltered observations, industry insights, faith questions, and family moments that never quite make it into a client call or a LinkedIn post. I’ve felt the need to create a space that’s honest, reflective, and a little bit scrappy. So—this, now.
To Whom This May Matter
I want to build a community of thinkers, builders, and believers—the kind of people who ask more profound questions, value clarity over noise, and don’t mind mixing grit with grace.
What to expect and when to expect it
There is no planned cadence. Maybe one day.
I’ll post when there’s something worth saying, not just something to say.
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