Hi. I’m Becca.

I’m a:
boy mom, lawyer, child advocate, social introvert.

Sort of obsessed with:
personality tests, creative side hustles, cookie dough, moving my furniture around. 

Not a big fan of:
Phoenix summers, last-minute plan changes, staying on topic, writing bios.

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I don’t want to tell you what to do,
but if you’re new, I’d start here:

Relief

Johnny made it to his Army base on Monday. Other moms are messaging me tips to survive boot camp, linking me to Facebook groups, introducing me to people who can show me the ropes. It's lovely, but I’m in a different sort of situation. “Hi Martha with your...

I’m Supposed to Be in the Creek

Last week, I was in my favorite place in the world with my 15-person family. Every few years, we head to a ranch in the mountains of Colorado. We've been going here since I was a little girl, and there is truly no place I would rather be. I told my clients I was out,...

The Invisible People

I was at a Ross the other day. I love Ross. There is one by my son's school, and on the days I don't feel like laptopping at Starbucks, I walk around in their exceptional summer air conditioning while having riveting conversations with myself about my need for their...

My Love is Louder

My son, Jax, spent last Friday night at his dad's house. On Saturday morning, I waited for my ex-husband's big, white, cowboy of a truck, and opened my front door to greet my son as the truck pulled into my driveway. It was February 13th, the day before...

Amazing Grace

My son, Jax, and I were in the back of an Uber car heading to the airport. It was early, and although we were leaving for Colorado, Jax’s favorite place in the world, he was so, so nervous. His autism and anxiety were in full swing, and the What Ifs that have taken up...

I Am A Killer of Scorpions.

OMG OMG OMG. I was paid to write something. Cash money! For the very first time. I will now have a celebratory parade around my house with streamers that will take up most of my earnings. But whatever!! I was paid to write.

Merry Christmas, Mom.

I heard Jax wake up this morning and run right into the kitchen. He wants to be a "big kid" so I crept out of my bed, and very quietly hovered in the hallway so he didn't know I was watching. I thought he might try to spray paint my cabinets or take apart my toaster....

“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.”

Flannery O’Connor

Oh, Flannery. What a quote. Because exactly. 

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