“Dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug: That you’re so bound up about writing tells me that writing is what you’re here to do. And when people are here to do that they almost always tell us something we need to hear. I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart. So write. Not like a girl. Not like a boy. Write like a motherf*cker.” — cheryl strayed

i’m shelbi. i’m 34. i’m a writer, painter, creator, music-maker, and mother. and as of january 2022, also a widow. after over a decade setting down roots in boston, i’ve come home to vermont to raise my boys and start my next chapter.

this is where i keep all the stuff i make, including the blog i kept the year after i lost pete. for the last couple years, grief and loss have been at the forefront of everything i’ve been creating. but winter is settling in and ironically i’m finally starting to thaw out and feel like there are other parts to me again. i am still grieving, but i am remembering there is more to me, too.

thanks for stopping by. i hope you find something here that’s worth your time, and if you do, you should drop me a note. <3