Hi there. I’m Krista.

I’m a lover and a fighter, a wife and a momma, an artist and a writer. I used to sing and write music in Nashville, then I tried my hand at the great American novel after getting my Bachelor’s Degree in Writing. These days you’ll find me reading with my kids, swinging in the backyard, dishing up autoimmune paleo recipes, playing guitar, and hand-stitching textile art pieces.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When my first child was born in 2009, I unknowingly jumped on a fast track to brokenness, glory, and everything in between. I never knew I could love so deeply, or be so afraid, or feel so guilty. I never knew the stakes could be so high or that pain could bring me so low. But through these years of motherhood, I have found that I lift off the ground – even just a little – when I dare to connect, lean into adversity, and work to heal.

So here at Being Krista, I share my ups and downs of being a mom, a wife, and a woman. I share my path of coexisting with anxiety, overcoming eating disorders, and healing my sluggish liver. I may even share about my obsession with Macklemore, Matcha green tea, and Peruvian dark chocolate. And I will always use the Oxford comma, so get used to it.

There are no tidy endings here. My edges are frayed, some wounds are still raw, and I have far more questions than answers. But my hope is that somewhere in the stitches of my stories a tattered thread will connect you to your own stories. To your truth. To your grace. To your soul.

You are loved and you are always welcome here.

Peace, friends.