Poet • Writer • Late Bloomer

Words for the
Messy Middle

For women still becoming. Honest poetry and prose that meet you where you are and gently remind you of the artist within.

What is a flower before she blooms?
Resilience rising
Hope conspiring
Breathing life, however turbulent
Into the seeds
Taking in water and
Turning thoughts into things.
— from "Taking in Water"

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Hey, I'm Britt.

I didn't find my voice until my forties. Before that, I was caught in a cycle of people-pleasing, shifting myself to fit whatever role I was in.

A health scare led me back home. I changed careers, reconnected with family I had never met, and somewhere in that unraveling, I rediscovered poetry—and my own voice.

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I Was 10 Years Old When I First Felt Like a Fraud

February 25, 2026

I was 10 years old when I first felt like a fraud. People were making a big deal out of my voice. But all I did was open up and sing. It didn’t feel like that big of a deal. But once everyone decided it was special, it stopped being simple. Somewhere along the way, […]