I will teach my baby to love your baby. To not judge people for what they look like, the color of their skin, their physical abilities, or what job they have. To treat people based off how they act, what…
By most accounts and statistics, our marriage should have deteriorated already. A child with special needs? A wife with a chronic disease? A husband with career in one of the most stressful professions? You would expect we would have failed. …
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As a mama, I knew there’d be days like this. Days where I’m so tired. Days where everything tests my very last nerve. Days where I literally am so all over the place its a miracle I’m standing up right…
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You know what’s hard? Motherhood. You know brings me more joy than anything else? Motherhood. You know what makes me feel like I can’t do a damn thing right? Motherhood. You know what makes me feel like Wonder Woman? Motherhood….
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This piece is based on a love letter that James wrote to me when we first started dating. We took pieces of the letter and created this piece. For most of my life, my diabetes was a…
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After I told James I had diabetes, I literally would try to talk him out of dating me. My pump will alarm all night. I will always have to wear this thing.My finger tips have weird scars. You might have to save my…
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Hi, I’m Jaime — writer, mother, storyteller, and the heart behind The Wildflower Edit. For nearly a decade, I wrote online as The Princess and the Prosthetic, sharing my daughter’s journey with disability and the lessons our family learned along the way. It was a beautiful season — full of advocacy, connection, and community — but as my daughter grew older, I felt a shift. She deserved more autonomy. More privacy. More room to decide how she shows up in the world. And I realized something else: My own story was expanding too. Motherhood was still here. Disability was still here. But so were grief, healing, womanhood, nervous system care, feminine energy, homemaking, identity, softness… the fuller, deeper pieces of life that were ready to be spoken aloud. Whether you come for the cozy routines, the motherhood reflections, the disability advocacy, or the soft life inspiration — thank you for choosing to share this space with me. Pour a warm drink. Settle in. Let’s grow a life that feels like you again.
Jaime
