(a) — hello, I’m Mae

A quiet scrapbook of a restless, sunlit life.

Essays on slow mornings, the cities I’ve wandered, and the small things I’m learning to keep. Pull up a chair — the kettle’s already on.

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(b) — the latest entry

Winter notes/12 Jan 2025

On learning to let the house go quiet

I spent a whole Sunday doing nothing on purpose. No feed, no to-do list, no “productive” hour — just the clock ticking and the slow dark arriving at the window. It turned out to be the most useful day I’d had in weeks.

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A sunlit winter living room with one armchair and a steaming mug

From the pages

A woman in a wide-brimmed hat walking a sunny coastal boardwalk

Travel

Salt, sand, and the art of getting lost on purpose

Two weeks, one borrowed car, and a map I ignored the entire time.

An overhead flat-lay of a rustic sourdough loaf on linen with flour and rosemary

Kitchen

The bread I finally stopped ruining

A year of failed crumb, and one tired Tuesday that finally worked.

Reading

Five books that traveled to the coast with me

Dog-eared, coffee-stained, and well worth the extra weight in the bag.

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Mae writing in a notebook at a cafe table

(d) — a little about me

I keep this page the way other people keep a shoebox of photographs.

I’m Mae — twenty-four, from a small town with one good bakery, currently somewhere with better coffee and worse weather. I write things down so they don’t slip past me, and then I leave them here in case they’re useful to you too.