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Hey, I'm Alyssa. A Chattanooga photographer. Systems strategist. Boy mom. Recovering perfectionist (mostly with chai lattes and deep breaths).
Around here, you'll find messages from the heart, tools + resources that actually move the needle (no fluff), and — if you're a Chattanooga local — the guides and roundups I keep coming back to for my own family.
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TL;DR There’s a voice in most moms’ heads that runs almost constantly. It sounds like: you’re behind, you’re not doing enough, you should be further along by now, the other moms are handling this better. Most moms know this voice is not telling the truth. Knowing that and actually interrupting the loop are two very […]


It is 5pm. Someone just asked what’s for dinner, and your brain has completely left the building. Not because you’re indecisive. Not because you haven’t thought about it. You’ve thought about it four times since noon. Your brain is just done. And it was done before anyone mentioned food. This is not a personality trait […]
Dear her, You were so capable. I want to start there, because I don’t want to be condescending about this. You weren’t wrong about your capability. You could hold a lot. You did hold a lot. You just didn’t know what it was costing you. You thought being capable meant not needing help You believed […]


You’re sitting at the kitchen table. Coffee in hand. Eyes somewhere in the middle distance. To anyone walking by, you look like you’re taking a break. You are not taking a break. You’re running a full logistics operation in your head, and your body just happened to stop moving for thirty seconds. The invisible work […]
Someone in your house just asked you a question. They didn’t Google it. They didn’t check the family calendar. They didn’t look at the school newsletter on the counter. They asked you. And without thinking, without pausing, without looking anything up — you answered. Because of course you knew. You always know. That’s the problem. […]


There is a plastic bin somewhere in your parents’ house. Maybe a closet shelf. Maybe the garage. It’s full of VHS tapes in cracked cases, 8mm reels, photo envelopes from the one-hour photo lab, maybe a few cassettes. Nobody has touched it in years. And every year that passes, something in there is quietly disappearing. […]

Picture this: it’s 7:45 in the morning. You’ve got a solid twenty minutes before the wheels fall off the morning routine, your hair is soaking wet, and someone is already asking you for a snack. A snack. Before breakfast. For me, getting ready has always been the biggest bottleneck of my day as a mom […]