The Champagne Chapters began with a simple idea: to create a beautiful, judgment-free space for people who love to read.
Romance, fantasy, thrillers, literary fiction, timeless classics, or the book everyone else claims to hate but you secretly adore—we are here for all of it.
I do not believe reading has to be intellectual, impressive, or productive to be worthwhile. Sometimes a book teaches us something. Sometimes it challenges the way we see the world. And sometimes it lets us escape for a few hours when real life feels particularly loud.
Every kind of reading belongs here.
But the truth is, The Champagne Chapters was born from something deeper than my love of books. It grew from my need to find my way back to myself.
Chapter one
When You Love Your Life but Miss Yourself
I am a wife, a mother, and a working woman.
For the past sixteen years, much of my life has centered around my family. I have spent those years loving, supporting, encouraging, organizing, driving, working, and doing the countless things women do to keep their families moving forward.
I have no regrets about that.
I love being a wife and mother more than I could ever explain. My family is not the reason I lost myself. They are the greatest part of my life.
But somewhere along the way, parts of me became quieter.
I think women are often made to feel guilty for admitting that. We are expected to be endlessly grateful—and we can be grateful—while still feeling tired. We can love the lives we have built and still need something that belongs only to us.
Those truths can exist together.
Missing the woman you once were does not diminish the woman you have become.
Chapter two
The Parts of Me That Became Quiet
I have always been creatively driven.
I loved dancing, music, crafting, writing, and making beautiful things simply because creating them made me happy. Creativity was never just something I did. It was part of how I understood myself.
Over time, that part of me took a back seat to work, schedules, responsibilities, and family life. Creativity became something I would return to “when things slowed down.”
As most women eventually discover, things rarely slow down on their own.
Then I entered my forties, and perimenopause arrived with absolutely no concern for whether I had room for another life transition.
For a while, I felt like a shell of myself. I was still functioning. I was still taking care of everyone and doing everything that needed to be done. From the outside, I probably looked like myself.
Inside, I felt disconnected from the woman I used to know.
It can be difficult to explain that feeling, especially when you genuinely love your life. Nothing has to be terribly wrong for you to realize something is missing. Sometimes it is not about wanting a different life.
Sometimes it is simply about wanting to feel present in your own life again.
Chapter three
The Sports-Mom Chapter
I am also a sports mom—the enthusiastic, emotionally invested, rearrange-the-entire-calendar kind.
Watching my son discover his passion for lacrosse has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I love seeing how hard he works, how deeply he cares, and how determined he is to follow his dreams.
Supporting his journey has brought our family unforgettable experiences, wonderful people, and more miles on the road than I could possibly count. Helping him pursue something he loves has never felt like a burden. It has been a privilege.
But as he grows closer to building a life of his own, I find myself approaching another transition: becoming an empty nester.
There is so much pride in watching your child move toward independence. There is also an unexpected ache in realizing that the role that has shaped your days for so long is beginning to change.
I am still discovering the answer.
Chapter four
Finding My Way Back Through Stories
Reading became one of the first things that felt like it belonged entirely to me again.
Books gave me somewhere to go when I needed quiet. They introduced me to complicated heroines, impossible worlds, sweeping romances, dangerous choices, and characters trying to rebuild themselves after everything changed.
Somewhere between those pages, I began to feel pieces of myself returning.
Then reading led me back to writing.
Writing led me back to creating.
And creating reminded me that the woman I thought I had lost was not gone. She had simply been waiting for me to make room for her again.
The Champagne Chapters is part of that process.
It is a place where I can talk about books, share beautiful things, write honestly, explore ideas, and reconnect with the creative side of myself that spent too many years waiting in the background.
This space is for you, too
A Place to Find Yourself Again
The Champagne Chapters may have begun as a space I needed, but I hope it becomes a space you need, too.
For the woman who loves her family fiercely but is learning to choose herself sometimes.
For the woman whose interests were pushed aside by careers, carpools, responsibilities, and the emotional labor of caring for everyone around her.
For the woman navigating a changing body, a changing home, or a changing sense of identity.
For the woman who wants to read something romantic without defending it, listen to an audiobook while managing a chaotic day, or fall completely in love with a fictional world.
For anyone trying to rediscover the things that make them feel curious, creative, passionate, and fully alive.
There is no required reading list here. No literary judgment. No pressure to finish a certain number of books or have the “right” opinion about them.
Only stories, conversation, beautiful discoveries, and permission to enjoy what you enjoy.
Welcome to The Champagne Chapters
This chapter belongs to us.
I am not creating this space because I have everything figured out.
I am creating it while I am finding myself again.
Perhaps that is what makes this chapter so meaningful. It is not about returning to exactly who I was before marriage, motherhood, work, and life changed me. I would not want to erase the woman those experiences have made me.
It is about bringing all those versions of myself together—the wife, the mother, the working woman, the sports mom, the reader, the writer, and the creator—and finally allowing all of them to exist in the same story.
The Champagne Chapters is a celebration of books, but it is also a celebration of becoming. Of remembering. Of beginning again.
So pour something lovely, open something unforgettable, and stay awhile.
Enter the Reading Room