rebuilding my life after the Palisades Fire
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What is this, 2014? I know.
Are blogs even still a thing? This whole setup screams Millennial Mom Who Still Uses Pinterest. (Guilty. And honestly, I’ve recently rediscovered how useful it is when interviewing architects and builders to show them what I like.) I needed more than a disappearing Instagram story and a group chat to process everything—so welcome to my corner of the internet.
This community started organically—through playdates, wine nights, group chats, and everyday moments of mom life in the Palisades. But after losing everything in the Palisades Fire, we’ve all been scattered, displaced, and forced to rebuild—not just our homes, but our routines, our friendships, and our sense of normal.
This blog is my way of keeping us connected, sharing what I’ve learned, and (hopefully) making this whole process a little easier, a little funnier, and a little less overwhelming. If even one other mom feels seen, supported, or just entertained by my oversharing, then it’s all worth it.
So whether you're here to laugh, cry, vent, or just feel a little less alone—I’m so glad you’re here.
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Today, I’m sharing the story of one of my friends and fellow Palisades Mom—someone who is walking through the very specific, deeply misunderstood hell of surviving the fire… and still losing her home. For insurance reasons, she has to publish this under a pen name. So for now, we’ll call her Ashlee Ember (because if we can’t laugh at the darkness, we’ll drown in it).
Her story is honest, funny, enraging, and important. And it’s exactly why I created The Palisades Mom in the first place.