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I remember going off medication a few years ago- convinced I was fine. And then my mind slipped into obsession and manic episodes. I don’t know who that woman is. When I think about those unmedicated days, I’m embarrassed- of the things I said... the things I did... the things I believed.

I’ll always be on medication. My mind needs it. I tested positive for the MTHFR mutation, so folate is a part of my future too. Ritual vitamins are added because lately it’s been a lot of shit food and I need at least a minimum amount of good stuff.

This is my severe anxiety-filled, complex trauma, panic-disordered daily life exacerbated by the hormones of pregnancy and motherhood.
The sacrifices for children are huge, friends. I’ll never be the same- in so many wonderful ways, and a handful of not so great ways, since becoming Mama.

Greg left this morning - he’s headed out for some Air Force related training. I spent some time with His lover-girl Hannah, and their babes yesterday to capture them now as they each grow and change in the coming months. What an honor. Thank you for your service, Greg. Thank you for your sacrifice, Hannah.

I’m the woman behind the camera, Hannah. My 9 year old son took this photo near the biggest body of water we have in Columbus, Ohio, where we live- together with his sisters, and my husband, their father, Drew. I’m big on “no bullshit” and emotional investment. I don’t do surface level relationships, I’m all in or out. Slightly dramatic, I love a debate, and this work here is self-taught. Because I firmly believe I can do absolutely anything I put my mind to. So can you. I’m very tall, just under 6 feet, the bun puts me at 6’ 2”. I’m big and bad and meaty and luscious and soft and gentle and sensitive. My circles stay small, but I’m happy to have a big space here with you all to create and share. So far I’ve killed 2 fiddle leaf figs, but I do make a killer pour over decaf coffee every single day. My identity is wrapped up very much in my role as wife and mother right now, and what’s left was stamped photographer and then daughter and sister (I’m one of 6- and protective as the oldest. Don’t fuck with them. I’m looking at you youngest brother’s girlfriend. ) and friend. Happy Friday. It’s nice to meet you. Tell me something huge about yourself in 10 words or less down there in the comments. I want to hear about YOU.

A happy Mama and a heartbeat.

Prenatal Appointment Goddess.

Middle sister, baby sister, blood, sweat, tears.

I feel like I spent so many years trying to force myself into a life path. I can remember being 16, and all my friends had these serious ideas about college and who they wanted to be when they grew up. What they wanted to accomplish. And that has just never been who I am. I applied to art school in Pittsburgh, but spent the whole tour checking myself out in a hotel mirror wrapped in a white towel. We only had grey towels at home, and damn it, if white isn’t my color! A baby at 19 - after 3 months with my boyfriend, whose sister caught us fucking on her couch while her son was napping - I conceived Cade that time on the sofa. I had no job and no plan and no idea how hard life was going to be. And then I married that man who should have answered his phone that time it rang while we were fooling around on his sister’s sofa- it was his sister texting and letting him know she’d be home for lunch. And then we made Porter, another masterpiece, and then I fell into this world of birth work like a rocket after I watched the birth of my nephew- the second son of the sister who caught us doing it on her couch when I conceived Cade - and it was that moment that changed my life, too. It lead me into this work. And here I sit. After time away last year, and a dream of maybe going into commercial work, and then getting swept back into the ocean I chose to swim inside of in the first place. I’m Hannah, I never have a plan, but one thing is for certain, I love this work. I’m meant to do it- and I feel so damn lucky that my path of total chaos, confusion, poverty, and horrible, irresponsible choices led me here, to you. ♥️