I’ve spent most of my life pouring into others.
I became a mother as a teenager, and ever since, my identity has been shaped by the role of caregiver, protector, provider, and space-holder—for my children, my family, my people.

But now, with my youngest entering his own chapter of independence, I’ve found myself asking:
“What do I enjoy? What’s still mine?”

I’ve tried exploring different hobbies, but I always seem to return to two things:
writing and conversation—the kind that pulls apart moments, examines meaning, and invites other perspectives in.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved hearing people’s stories—whether they reflected my own or had nothing to do with me at all. I’ve always been the one people confide in, whether online or face-to-face. And over time, I became a voice for not only my thoughts, but theirs.

Years ago, I would send out long emails to my entire address book—reflections on life, on the world, on things people were afraid to say aloud. I didn’t know if anyone read them, but when I stopped, they noticed.
They reached out.
They missed the truth.
They missed the tangents.

Sometimes I write about things I’m personally working through.
Other times, I’m giving voice to thoughts sparked by conversations I’ve had, moments I’ve observed, things I’ve overheard, or even rants I’ve scrolled past online.
Some reflections come from people who’ve trusted me with their stories.
Others come from the wild, unfiltered spaces we all exist in—where things get said out loud that we don’t always know how to respond to, but they still sit with us.
Either way, I process them here.

This blog is all of that.
It’s the things we’re figuring out. The stuff that sits heavy. The random shower thoughts. The uncomfortable truths. The conversations that start with “Is it just me, or…?”

This is a space where you don’t have to have it all figured out.
Where nothing is too random, too raw, or too real.

Truth & Tangents was born from a life full of both.

I may remain unnamed here for now—not because I’m hiding, but because this isn’t just about me.
It’s about anyone who’s ever needed a space to reflect, speak, and be heard.

Whether you’re here to listen, to relate, to submit your own tangent, or to start a conversation—I’m glad you found this space.
I hope it gives you something.

– Whoever you think I am.