I’m Samantha, a coffee-craver and small-town native learning to navigate married adulthood in one of the fastest-growing cities in the United States. I’m married to Gustavo, maybe the most driven dreamer I’ve ever met, and we’re hopelessly obsessed with our Doberman-mix pup, Kylo Ren.
I swoon over simple and quiet joys, like Indiana lake days, retelling family stories, Amish doughnuts, and the way swimming pools sparkle and dance with the sun’s rays.
The Enneagram made all my mental light bulbs switch on with the loveliest ferocity—my Type 4 thrives on understanding emotion. My feels go real deep. And I’m finally making sense of it all. That whole “my weakness is also my strength” thing plays its non-stop game with me daily. And words—laden with depth and feeling and creativity—give me the gift of processing. So I write because I feel, and I feel when I write.
I work from home in aerie leggings and Notre Dame T-shirts.
Ink on paper and the feeling of turning a soft page matters more to me than the convenience of technology.
My empathy often operates in overdrive; I’m learning to employ it well.
Tabata and long park walks with Kylo work like therapy. So does cooking, without time constraints, in an empty house.
I’ve stopped caring about perfection on my social media; because it doesn’t exist. Authenticity wins every time.
I serve as the social media manager for Revive Our Hearts, a national women’s ministry, and I manage one of their outreaches, the Lies Young Women Believe blog.