07/21/2025
Two years ago, on July 4, I became a mom.
As fireworks filled the sky, our son Mason entered the world and my heart cracked wide open.
That day changed everything.
For me, July 4 now represents more than independence. It’s freedom from silence. Freedom from shame. And the beginning of a new chapter, one I never could’ve imagined when I was 18 and lost both of my parents to their hidden battle with addiction.
In the final pages of my book Shatterproof, I wrote a letter to Mason. I knew one day he’d read it, and it to bring me to tears every time I revisit it.
It’s a letter about love, legacy, and choosing to break cycles.
It’s about what I want my son to know about me, about my parents, and about the story we’re building now.
Here’s a glimpse:
“As I fall in love anew every day with Mason, I feel a greater connection to Mom and Dad than I’ve ever known...
I want Mason to know the exact same thing I did growing up:
That he is deeply loved. That he has the freedom to fall in love with his own story—whatever it turns out to be.”
If you’re a parent…
If you’ve lost someone…
If you’ve ever carried a story too heavy to speak aloud...
I hope this reminds you: there’s beauty in the brokenness.
There’s power in the telling.
And there’s healing in the truth. 💙
If you want to read the full letter, you’ll find it at the end of Shatterproof.
https://a.co/d/7MQVJMa
Thank you for all your love and support my friends!
