This space began as my husband's whispered secrets, became my shouted joys, and now exists as testament to the beautiful, messy, overwhelming chaos of living out loud.
I am Min—fifty years young, fifty-one when these babies arrive—polyamorous wife to Chris and Audra, lover to Jo and Catarina, mother to a constantly multiplying tribe of children, stay-at-home mama and hedonist wife. Currently growing multiples inside me because apparently I never learned to say "enough” and I enjoy it way too much!!!
I have spent decades learning the art of surrender—how to yield, how to open, how to take more than I thought possible. Now I am exploring how far those lessons extend: into submission, into being watched, into the exquisite terror of being truly seen. The journey from "good girl" to "yes, please" has been longer than some, but the destination is worth every step.
I believe in the wonder that crosses a husband's face when he feels his children move beneath his palms. I believe in fixing furniture I broke during "extracurricular activities" 😏. I believe in pumping truly alarming quantities of breast milk while the sun rises. I believe in love that expands rather than divides.
You will find flowers here, and coffee, and laughter, and sex, and the occasional broken ottoman. You will find pregnancy at fifty-one and the outright refusal to apologize for it. You will find me, unvarnished, unashamed, and usually leaking something.
All my chaos is tagged #missus.
