Welcome to
Storybook Hill
Some houses are places to live.
Some houses become part of the story.
Storybook Hill is the latter.
After dreaming, visualizing, waiting, losing, rebuilding, and wondering if we had somehow missed our chance, this house on a hill found its way to us.
Or maybe we found our way to it.
Since then, Storybook Hill has become more than an address.
It's become the setting for this chapter of life.
The place where I learned that manifestation doesn't always look like vision boards and perfect timing.
Sometimes it looks like patience.
Sometimes it looks like grief arriving the same week as joy.
Sometimes it looks like carrying rose bushes from one life into another and hoping they'll bloom again.
This hill has seen sunsets that stop conversations mid-sentence, baby fawns in the yard, alpacas inspecting visitors, and enough wildlife wandering through to make us question who actually owns the property.
It has held celebrations and heartbreak, quiet mornings and big dreams, coffee on the porch and long walks through the woods while trying to figure out what comes next.
Storybook Hill isn't really a story about a house.
It's a story about possibility.
About becoming more yourself instead of someone new.
About trusting the strange timing of life.
About finding home in places, people, and versions of yourself you weren't sure existed yet.
Welcome to Storybook Hill.
Storybook Hill
MEET THE HUMANS
UP ON THE HILL
WATCH IT CHANGE
The people lucky enough to live here.
Welcome to the Land of Misfit Toys. Meet the animlas that actually own the place.
Gardens, projects, wildlife, sunsets, and the ordinary magic of daily life.
Because no season lasts forever.
The people lucky enough to live here
the humans
This is the human side of Storybook Hill.
A family of builders, makers, dreamers, learners, and chronic project starters.
We've spent years building businesses, changing directions, learning hard lessons, and discovering that becoming more yourself rarely happens in a straight line.
Storybook Hill may be the setting, but these are the characters.
the LAND OF MISFIT TOYS
Some of the animals at Storybook Hill were planned. Some were rescued. Some were inherited. Some were dropped off with varying degrees of explanation. Somewhere along the way, we stopped trying to figure out exactly what kind of place this was and simply accepted that we live in the Land of Misfit Toys — a collection of animals, personalities, and stories that probably shouldn't work together but somehow do.
The LAND OF MISFIT TOYS
Every Monday morning, I send one honest letter about midlife, reinvention, Storybook Hill, sobriety, slow living, and the messy process of becoming more yourself.
No productivity hacks. No manufactured urgency. No pretending certainty comes first.
Just a thoughtful place to land before the week gets loud.
Join 550+ women who have made Mondays something worth opening again.
Every Monday morning, I send one honest letter about midlife, reinvention, Storybook Hill, sobriety, slow living, and the messy process of becoming more yourself.
No productivity hacks. No manufactured urgency. No pretending certainty comes first.
Just a thoughtful place to land before the week gets loud.
Join 550+ women who begin their week here.