Hey there! I'm Katrina

Wife to Nick. Mom to two boys. Acquaintance of Farley, the maltipoo who begrudgingly shares me with Nick once in a while.

My love language is a steak and chicken Chipotle bowl I didn't have to share. I read one to four books a week, most involving a murder, a suspicious wife, or a Southern haunting. I react to Bills games like Josh Allen can hear me and have idiotic tendencies when it comes to setting my fantasy lineup. By day, I design curriculum for teachers — work I absolutely love (and cannot believe I get paid to do!).

A few years ago, someone asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I had nothing. No ideas. I knew everyone in my house's shoe size, snack preferences, and emotional triggers, and I couldn't name one thing that was just mine. I wasn't broken. I was buried.

So I built my way out with systems that carried the mental load so my brain didn't have to. And somewhere in the room those systems made, I found her again: the woman with the weird laugh and the whimsical outlook on life. My messy magical self.

Now I help other women find theirs.