Rooted

Hello, I’m Ams

I write about the quiet things we carry and the tender places of the soul: sorrow, longing, faith, the slow work of becoming, and the fragile courage it takes to keep going. I try to give language to the feelings that sit in the shadows, the ones we rarely name but all know by heart. My words are a place to be honest, to breathe, and to remember that even in the unravelling, grace is still holding us together.

After losing my dad in 2019, I walked through a long winter of the heart…. a season of grief that reshaped me in quiet, aching ways. Much of the tenderness and honesty in my writing was born there, in that liminal space where I began to discover hope on the winter‑fallow landscape.

I’m newly married, learning the quiet joys of life with my wonderful husband, Chris. I’m also cat‑mum to the ever‑mischievous Milo, and a recovering shopaholic finding beauty in living with a little more intention.

In some ways, I’m a late bloomer. After years spent in the world of human rights, I’ve found myself turning toward more creative paths, honouring the artistic threads I once tucked away. It turns out you really can choose who you want to become when you grow up… even after you’ve already grown up.