Bandit Craft

Yeah… I can love a man, spoil a man, and build a life with a man —
but I will never be a wife again.
I’ve learned my lessons, earned my peace, and I’m keeping both. I'm married to myself.
Boyfriend energy only. Husband? That position has been permanently eliminated.

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We exist to end Veteran su***de.
We focus on Veterans, family, and community.

We walk with Veterans and their families through PTS, TBI, and trauma-related challenges.
Through structured support.
Through post-traumatic growth.
Through coaching, accountability, and purpose-driven recovery.

No shortcuts. No slogans.
Just real people, doing the work together.

If you’re here, you’re already part of the mission.
Let’s keep showing up.

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Throwback Thursday — A parrot, two dogs, four chickens… and somehow this was my household 14 years ago.
Looking back, it feels unreal that this was my everyday normal — feathers, fur, chaos, and a whole lot of heart.
Life was loud, messy, and beautifully simple in ways I didn’t even understand at the time.

Hard to believe this was the chapter before Drake, before the world flipped and rebuilt itself into something entirely different.
Funny how a snapshot can pull you right back into a moment you didn’t know you’d miss.

Spirit of resilience woven into every knot.

Each piece tells a story — of grit, craft, and the quiet strength that comes from building something with your own hands.

Natural materials, raw edges, and the kind of detail that doesn’t just decorate — it means something.

Built for those who carry their mission everywhere they go.

Easter, March 18th.
Just three months ago she was standing, smiling, talking… still a little piece of sunshine in the room, although pleasantly confused.

Now she’s in a wheelchair, her speech slipping away, and I’m watching my mom fade in real time. There’s no handbook for this part — the part where you hold on to who she was while learning to love who she’s becoming, even as the light dims.

Behind the scenes, this is another difficult chapter I’m slowly walking through. I’m grateful for every moment, every memory, every glimpse of the woman she used to be.

If you’re caring for a family member that is terminally ill, or watching someone you love slowly disappear, you’re not alone. I see you.