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The House that Grew with us
When I first stepped into this house, it did not exactly whisper cozy family home. It shouted Project X. The closet doors had been taken off their tracks and repurposed as beer pong tables. The walls carried dents and holes from dart games played with much more enthusiasm than accuracy. The rooms were made for loud music, crowded nights, and friends staying much later than anyone originally planned. And honestly, I loved that version of the house too. I was not standing in th
Julia Mitchell
Aug 225 min read


Keeping a Record of the Dragons You’ve Slain
There is a strange little lie many of us are taught: that speaking kindly about ourselves is prideful. We learn to brush off compliments, minimize our hard work, and quickly follow every achievement with a reason it was not really that impressive. We say, “It was nothing,” even when it cost us late nights, nervous beginnings, flour-covered kitchens, or more courage than anyone else could see. But acknowledging an achievement is not the same as believing you are better than ev
Julia Mitchell
Aug 62 min read


Welcome to Bookwyrm Baker: Finding a Little Magic in the Kitchen
There is something magical about taking a handful of simple ingredients and turning them into something warm, comforting, and made with love. For me, baking became much more than a hobby. It became a positive outlet during one of the most difficult seasons of my life. After becoming a mom, I found myself battling postpartum depression. I loved my son more than I could ever put into words, but I was also struggling in ways I had not expected. Motherhood brought so many changes
Julia Mitchell
Aug 63 min read
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