Sober Sisters Events

04/02/2026

Yesterday was my firstborn son’s 10th birthday. Ten whole years. That once tiny, helpless, precious infant has grown into a smart, witty, confident human with a big personality all his own. It’s one of the wildest things I’ve ever witnessed.

So much has changed in these last 10 years. When I had Lyric, I was 29 with no real clue what I was getting myself into. No books, no parenting classes—I just assumed I’d figure it out like I always had. And little by little, day by day, that’s exactly what we did.

What you can never plan for is how much your mindset changes. Life stops being just about you. Selfishness isn’t really an option anymore. Your heart is walking around outside of your body, and you’ll do anything to protect it. That kind of responsibility demands growth.

After plenty of mistakes and moments I wish I could redo, I realized I could never live up to the kind of mother I wanted to be if alcohol still had a place in my life. One of the greatest gifts my children have given me is my sobriety. I don’t know if I would’ve found the courage to face myself and make those changes without them. I could’ve stayed stuck—numbing, binging, and living a life without real purpose. They gave me the reason to become better. And they still do.

These last 10 years have been the most transformative of my life, and it all started with him. I can never repay him—but I’ll always try. Through unconditional love, guidance, and this alcohol-free life—the best birthday gift that just keeps on giving.

I love you more than all the words, Lyr. 10 years down… we’re doing the damn thing. Happy Birthday to us. 🫶

03/20/2026

Early to car line on a Friday afternoon. This is the norm for me. It may not mean much to most people, but to me, being here means everything. I’m the dependable parent. The one who shows up every single day. My kids will never have to question that.

There were times in my childhood when nobody was there to pick me up. Not all the time, but more than once. My mom was a single parent with her own struggles, and I truly believe she did the best she could. But those moments of standing there, watching other kids leave, wondering where my mom was… they stuck with me. That feeling of panic became something I carried for a long time.

Even now, as an adult, I can feel it creep in if I’m running a few minutes behind. That old fear tries to tell me my kids might feel the same way I did.

Where is she? Did she forget me? Am I alone?

But then I remind myself — I’m not that scared little girl anymore. I’m a sober, reliable, present mom. And I am always their safe place.

Some people say car line is the worst, but for me, it’s just another small moment of gratitude.

Today, I’m giving my kids something I didn’t always have…and somehow, I’m healing a little piece of myself in the process.

Today, I’m the mom who shows up. Every time. And I will never take that for granted. 🤍

03/17/2026

12 years ago → Today 💚

Same green drinkware. Feeling much luckier.

St. Patrick’s Day used to mean partying all day and night, making questionable decisions, and just trying to survive the next day.

Today, it’s more about thriving than surviving.

Turns out the lucky life was the sober one all along. ☘️

03/15/2026

Baseball season is back in full swing! ⚾
And so is life.

My schedule is full, the weekends are long, and some days I wish I could clone myself just to get everyone where they need to be.

But I don’t take these days for granted.

There was a time when being outside all Saturday, running from field to field, cheering in the heat, packing snacks, and keeping up with life… would have felt nearly impossible.

Hungover me would have benched herself.

Sober me?
I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

I’m here & I’m present. There is nowhere else I’d rather be than on the sidelines of this beautiful, busy life.

03/12/2026

You know you always have room for a sweet treat! Check out my sister’s upcoming vendor events and get your fix! 🍪 💖

The more you know 💖 I hope you can make it to at least one of these March events! 🍪 ☀️

03/11/2026

Many of us quietly reach a moment or even hundreds of little moments where something inside of us whispers:

This isn’t helping me anymore.

It’s not always rock bottom. Sometimes it’s just a small but mighty realization that your life could feel lighter and clearer without it.

If you’ve had that moment, I’d love to hear about it.

Finish this sentence below:
“I realized alcohol wasn’t serving me when…”

There’s power in saying it out loud.
And there’s healing in realizing you’re not the only one.

🤍

03/10/2026

Healing speeds up when women stop doing it alone.

Shame dissolves.
Hope grows.
Real connection forms.

And suddenly the path forward feels possible.

If you’re building an alcohol-free life and craving real sisterhood, you’re not alone here. 🤍

02/05/2026

Quiet confidence hits different.

02/03/2026

02/02/2026

Same girl. Very different snow days.

She thought she had it all figured out. Being stuck inside for days used to mean drowning in embarrassingly large, super cheap bottles of wine. The photo looks innocent enough, but I know how those nights usually ended — with regret waiting the next morning.

She was missing the good stuff.

Not anymore.

Today looked different. Playtime. Fresh air. Little adventures. Cozy cuddles.

And for me, the beauty of this day reaches far beyond the snowfall.

This is my journey.
A quiet transformation.
A progression I’m deeply proud of.

Happy snow day. ❄️

01/27/2026

Coming to you from my morning recliner & coffee session:

I feel compelled to acknowledge that the world feels really heavy right now. Everything is overwhelming. It’s painful to keep scrolling but at the same time, we can’t seem to look away. We weren’t built for this.

I am here to celebrate sobriety, share my story, and connect with others but it would be ignorant of me to pretend like what’s currently happening isn’t impacting people’s recovery. If you are struggling, know that you are not alone. None of this s**t is normal. Frankly, if your emotional state isn’t cluttered with sadness, confusion, and at least a little outrage right now, I’m questioning whether you even have a pulse.

Would it be easier to ignore it all and drink ourselves into a dark oblivion? Maybe — for a moment, at least. But honestly, that’s what they want. They want us to numb out. They want us to look away. I’ve always maintained that sober folks have a leg up because we see everything for what it is. No filter. This is both a blessing and a curse. We are seeing it all and that means we are feeling it all too.

I don’t have the answers. The only thing I know for sure is that years ago, I would’ve been drowning my organs in poison, riding a nauseating emotional rollercoaster followed by crippling hangxiety. If there’s anything to be thankful for right now, it’s that I am not stuck there anymore.

Today, although filled with an array of emotions, I am still steady. I know that my voice is stronger without the slur. My words are worth more when I say exactly what I mean instead of letting alcohol speak for me. This is all extremely hard — but those old coping mechanisms would make it so much harder to process.

Stay awake. Get loud when it counts. Ask for help if you need it. Take breaks every once in a while. Remember to breathe. When all else fails, come back to your breath and remember that being THIS alive is your superpower.

We will get through this together. Message me any time. Sending love out, always. 🫶