There is something deeply intentional about choosing to begin at home. The familiar smell of the rooms, the light that falls through windows you know by heart, the sounds of a neighborhood carrying on outside while something enormous happens within. A home birth is a reclaiming of something ancient, a quiet insistence that birth belongs in the places where life is already being lived. Every corner of this space holds a memory, and now it holds this one too.
Every month, open your mailbox to find a handwritten letter my experiences as a doula and mother.
Slipped inside of the letters will be prints, postcards, stickers, self care tips and other little treasures. All proceeds fund families in need/want of a doula.
Every month, open your mailbox to find a handwritten letter of my experiences as a doula and mother.
Slipped inside of the letters will be prints, postcards, stickers, self care tips and other little treasures. All proceeds fund families in need/want of a doula.