You found it. Or maybe it found you.
All These Wishes is a place for the people in the middle of it — living, being, growing. In the trenches, or maybe just Tuesday, navigating kids, work, travel, love, loss, money, joy, identity, or starting over.
Life written honestly, by me. Names changed to protect the people I love.
Every week an essay lands in your inbox. Something true. Something shaped and finished and worth sitting with. Something that might make you feel a little less alone at 11pm when your heart feels heavy.
Free subscribers get every essay, every week — past experiences that shaped who I am, left an impression, or are just plain silly. Because sometimes you either laugh or cry or maybe both.
Paid subscribers get all of that plus one bonus letter a month — my present life, in real time, unfiltered and unresolved. No tidy ending. Just where I actually am right now.
This is a judgment-free space. Comments are welcome — raw, honest, real. Just don’t be a dick.
Fair warning: I curse like a sailor.
I’m glad you’re here.
— Jean
