I’m Teresa—a middle-aged, middle-class mom in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of figuring it all out.
This is my dirt road diary from the messy middle.
Here, you’ll find stories about grief, motherhood, change, and identity—written from the space where life doesn’t tie up neatly and the GPS stopped working somewhere back at the cattle guard. It’s where I share what I’m learning, what I’m unlearning, and how I’m holding joy and heaviness in the same shaky hands.
For years, I’ve run a photography business. I tell other people’s stories. But somewhere along the way, I stopped telling my own. And now, I’m finding my way back to my first love…the words. Words just for me. No clients. No inbox expectations. Just honest expression, and small, stubborn beauty growing from the cracks that split my heart wide open.
The Almost Halfway isn’t about having answers. It’s about naming what’s real. It’s about writing through the ache. It’s about trusting that even here, in the tired middle, there’s still something worth sharing.
So pull up a chair. Or walk beside me awhile. I’ll be here, writing the journey one line at a time.