Hi, I'm Bayley.
There is likely a basket of unfolded clothes in my house at all times.
You'll find me in Columbus, the wife of a musician and mother of River, Hudson, Goldie, and Linden.
My loves: curling up with a good book, farmer’s markets, thought-provoking conversations, being outside near water, and carnitas tacos topped with a mountain of cilantro.
I oscillate between wanting to create and wanting to hide.
I write to make sense of, well, the tricky stuff. Essays, and most recently, poetry, have been a cathartic healing balm to me.
My goal here is simple: create a space in a minuscule corner of the internet that is pensive, that doesn’t require pretty bows, personal branding, or silver linings. A space to artfully write about motherhood, letting go, rest, love, rejection, and the tensions in the middle.
The table here is spread wide for art, for art’s sake, for unanswerable questions, for mystery, and most of all, for the new mercies that I find on my doorstep each morning.
