Welcome to The Fox and Firelight

This space was born from the ache and beauty of being in the middle of it all.

I’m in a season of contradictions: solidly in middle age, somewhere between who I was and who I’m becoming. My child is grown — or almost — and I’m learning what it means to let go while still holding love fiercely. I crave independence, and yet, my family is the center of my universe. My greatest happiness comes from the simplest things — dinner on the stove, dirt under my nails, a good book at dusk — but my mind is often full of complex questions. Hormones. Hopes. Menopause. Marriage. Career shifts. Grief. Growth.

I created The Fox & Firelight as a kind of personal hearth — a place to retreat when the world feels too loud. A creative space where I can write, reflect, and make things with my hands and my heart. Somewhere quiet, but not silent. Still, but alive.

This isn’t just a blog. It’s a gathering place.
For kindred spirits who feel the pull of the woods, the hum beneath daily life, the ache to create.
For women like me — who are both nurturers and wild things, both mothers and lovers, both caretakers and creators.
For those who long for slow mornings, deep roots, full moons, and honest conversations.
For anyone who believes that tending the garden, stirring the soup, and lighting the candle are sacred acts.

The name? It comes from Foxy — my lively little dog with the soul of a fox — and the firelight, which has always meant warmth, survival, and story.

So welcome.
Come sit by the fire.
Let’s remember who we are together.