I don’t know how you found yourself here, but welcome.

I’m Mavis: Gritty mom. Grittier wife. Psychology student. Wedding photographer. Lover of love. Cynical as hell. Eats too many Oreos and rewatches Frasier at least four times a year.

I’m also an abuse survivor. So that will come up a bit.

My writings here are an analyses of life, relationship bullshittery, and more than anything, an attempt to see myself clearly through the fog of family dynamics, generational dysfunction — and disentangling myself from it so as to one day save my children from being as fucked as I am.

If you want to reach out to me directly, I will nine times out of ten respond if you aren’t some weird guy asking for photos of my feet.

If you suspect that a child is being abused, please don’t say quiet.

Say something.