Hey Love—I’m Racquel!

Storyteller, mom, girl’s girl, soft life seeker, deep feeler, hearty laugh-er, and woman in search of peace amidst chaos.

Some of you may have met me during my The Art of Single era where I shared all of my “Confessions of a Single Sista.” Then came love and rebrand. That’s when With Love, Racquel was born (well, the first iteration of it). There, I shared all of my lessons and experiences in life, love, and laughter. A few years later came motherhood which ushered in a different, yet not so new kind of becoming. Which has birthed this new version of my cozy corner of the internet. Regardless of where you met me, I welcome you into this space with big hugs and an even bigger purpose.   

Somewhere between potty training, family obligations, and work deadlines, I realized something was missing: Me. Not the polished version that shows up on Zoom calls or during school drop-offs and pick ups. But the real one. The one whose laugh enters the room first. The one who has all of the confidence in the world, but still finds time to overthink everything. The who still believes in the power of words and their ability to heal and bring us back home to ourselves.  

So here I am—finding my way back. Gracefully, authentically, and grounded. One journey, one story, and one day at a time.

Writing has always been both my mirror and my medicine. It’s where I release, where I feel seen, and where I remind myself (and you) that we don’t have to have it all figured out to be whole. Around here, we believe that all things can co-exist: imperfect and good, faith and therapy, softness and strength, crying and cussing, and the healing power of a solo Target run (because Target, as problematic as they are right now, is still my happy place).

When I’m not writing, you can find me chronically snacking while binge watching my favorite comfort shows (i.e. Sex and the City, Gossip Girl, Girlfriends, Living Single, etc.), having the sillies with my beautiful daughter, Sweet Pea, and finding new ways to fall in love with my man, my man, my man. 

This space is my love letter to the woman and mother in me (and you!). It’s about peeling back the layers and rediscovering who we are beneath all the titles, finding joy in the ordinary, and not asking for permission to be human in a world that requires you to be otherwise. 

I think you’re going to love it here. Because I know I already do.

With love,
Racquel