Hi! I’m Carey, and this is my little corner of the internet.
I’m the kind of person who always has snacks and a spare band-aid tucked in my bag, just in case someone else needs them. Friends often call me when life feels heavy, though I don’t always remember to ask for help myself. Most mornings, you’ll find me in the community garden—hands in the dirt, mind quietly sorting through the day ahead—before coming home to the little row of succulents that keep watch from my kitchen windowsill.
I’ve always had a soft spot for things with a story. a chipped teacup rescued from a thrift store shelf, a slightly crooked family photo snapped on my old camera, my grandmother’s wedding ring that I wear as a quiet anchor to my roots. Baking is my favorite form of stress relief—I’ll downplay my skills, but really, it’s how I show love to the people around me.
I’m full of contradictions. I crave solitude but feel guilty taking it, I fiercely protect my kids’ joy even when carrying my own heartache, I dream of traveling but convince myself I’m “not that type of person.” I laugh at my inability to parallel park, somehow keep track of everyone’s coffee order at school pickup, and have very strong (but mostly unspoken) opinions about which children’s books are worth reading aloud.
At my core, I’m someone who notices. Flowers pushing through the soil. The way light falls across a loved one’s face. The little details most people rush past. It’s in those details that I find both beauty and meaning.