Smoothies + Chats
Honest reflections on faith, healing, and beginning again
This blog may have begun when I was 40, but the story began long before that.
This story may have taken shape in my forties, but it began long before that.
Moving forward has required me to go back—revisiting old chapters with new eyes and deeper healing. This season is full of firsts and familiar patterns, only now met with greater honesty and grace.
If you’re finding your way through change, rediscovering yourself, or learning who you are in a new season—you’re welcome here.
The Hurt
Betrayal. Forgiveness. Hurt. Sadness. Loneliness. More forgiveness. Repeat daily.
Faith
Faith takes a hit in pain. Finding my way back to faith has been a separate journey within the healing.
Love
Finding, seeing, and being thankful for all the love I do have.
ABOUT ME
This space is for people in transition.
For those who are grieving something they didn’t expect to lose.
For those who are discovering that life can feel both broken and full at the same time.
For those who are learning — sometimes reluctantly — how to begin again.
I’m Maggie.
I’m in my forties and living on my own for the first time. I’ve spent the last 20 years working in the childcare industry and currently serve as the Director of a childcare center. You’ll read about my work and my staff here, because my job has been one of the most grounding and redemptive parts of my life. It has held me steady through seasons when very little else did.
I’ve loved and lost. I’ve been married and divorced. I’ve walked through endings I didn’t choose and changes I never imagined. This year, especially, has been both deeply painful and unexpectedly sacred — marked by grief, growth, and moments of surprising joy.
Writing has always been how I make sense of my life. It’s where I bring my questions, my faith, my confusion, and my hope. What started as private journaling eventually became something I felt called to share — not because I have answers, but because I believe there is power in naming what so many of us are carrying quietly.
In these posts, you’ll find honesty, reflection, and deep care. I protect the privacy of the people in my stories, and I write without the intention of blaming or vilifying anyone. This space exists to hold the complexity of healing — especially when faith, love, loss, and identity are all tangled together.
I believe healing is possible, but rarely tidy. I believe faith can be both steady and questioning. And I believe that while our stories may feel intensely personal, they are rarely unique.
This blog may have taken shape in my forties, but the story began long before that. Some days it feels like life has started over; other days it feels like I’m revisiting old chapters with new eyes. If you’re in a season where things feel unfamiliar — or familiar in a way that no longer fits — you’re not alone here.
There is no neat ending waiting at the bottom of this page.
This space is about the journey.
I’m glad you’re here.
