Meet the Mamas Behind the Blog

Hi! We’re the mamas behind the blog — and while there are two of us, you'll mostly be hearing from me, Sarah, AKA your hype woman.

I’m the artistic one in the relationship: photography-obsessed, project-addicted, always chasing the next outlet to keep my ADHD brain from short-circuiting. Blogging? Naturally. It’s cheaper than therapy and keeps me from talking Morgan’s ear off every night (you’re welcome, babe).

So let’s break it down a little.

I’m Sarah — the femme one, if labels help paint a mental picture. And while I’m not the one carrying our baby, you’d be amazed how often people assume otherwise. Case in point: last week I went to photograph some Marines at Morgan’s office. As soon as I arrived, two young women lit up like it was a baby shower.

“Are you so excited?!”“For… the move?”

I asked.“No, the baby!” they said, beaming.

I smiled, “Of course I’m thrilled!”

And then came the kicker:“You’re not even showing!”

At first, I thought maybe I misheard. Maybe they said Morgan isn’t showing.

But nope. A second later: “So, what are your cravings so far?”

Ah yes. Fooled again — by my overalls and childbearing hips.

I was tempted to say, “My only craving is for people to stop thinking I’m the pregnant one,” but instead I laughed and gently corrected them:“Oh! You’d have to ask Morgan — she’s the one carrying!”

Their faces went red. I reassured them, “You’re not the first. Every doctor’s appointment, every new introduction — everyone always assumes it’s me.” That seemed to help.

And to be fair, it is an easy assumption. I’m the one who works from home. I’m the one wearing flowy dresses and dramatic earrings. Meanwhile, Morgan — my jaw-droppingly fit, 60-hours-a-week Marine of a wife — is the one 20 weeks pregnant, rocking a uniform and baby abs. (She really does have abs. Still. It’s fine. I’m fine.)

Navigating this has been eye-opening. It's funny, but it also quietly nudges at how we see motherhood. I don’t take offense — but I do notice how it changes the way I look at myself in the mirror. I’m more interested in using these moments to gently unravel the idea that moms, or parents, have to look a certain way.

Morgan and I are both becoming mothers — one of us with a growing belly, the other with a camera in one hand and a shipping label in the other. And that’s exactly what Focus & Formation is all about: documenting the unexpected, the funny, and the in-between.

Thanks for being here with us.