a little about me


Amy Jane, probably listening to delicate and thinking how extravagant life is. I am a hopeful, a storyteller of the real, raw, and everyday. My passion is getting to know people at their depths. You can find me curled up at home reading Anthony Doerr's The Seashell Collector, or out and about with my husband in search of the closest bookshop or hiking trail.  I collect polaroids of those I love and little quotes that remind me of the power of words. I firmly believe in traveling mercies, second chances, the magic of ordinary things, and the grace of God.

I would love to get to know you and your story, so if you'd like, send me a message here.

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