Hi, I’m Mary.
I’m a writer, martial artist, and spiritual seeker on a journey to rediscover my purpose. After losing my son, Ian, in 2024, my world changed forever. Grief left me lost, questioning everything. But now, I’m choosing movement. I’m setting out on a road trip—not just to see new places, but to visit sacred spaces, to meditate, and to reconnect with something greater than myself. Unwritten Roads is where I share my journey—my healing, my explorations, and the lessons I learn along the way. Here, you’ll find reflections on grief, resilience, spirituality, and the search for meaning. If you’ve ever felt lost, you’re not alone. Let’s find our way forward together."
Hi, I’m Mary.
I’m a writer, martial artist, and spiritual seeker on a journey to rediscover my purpose. After losing my son, Ian, in 2024, my world changed forever. Grief left me lost, questioning everything. But now, I’m choosing movement. I’m setting out on a road trip—not just to see new places, but to visit sacred spaces, to meditate, and to reconnect with something greater than myself. Unwritten Roads is where I share my journey—my healing, my explorations, and the lessons I learn along the way. Here, you’ll find reflections on grief, resilience, spirituality, and the search for meaning. If you’ve ever felt lost, you’re not alone. Let’s find our way forward together."
About Us -
A Journey of Healing, Hope,
and Discovery
Unwritten Roads is a personal space where I share my path to healing and growth after the loss of my son, Ian. Through honest stories and reflections, I hope to provide comfort and support for anyone navigating their own challenges. At Unwritten Roads, I aim to build a community where we can share our stories, find inspiration, and walk our journeys together. Whether you’re looking for solace, motivation, or a place to belong, this is a space to begin anew and heal at your own pace.
Featured Blogs
The Problem with Forever
Over the past four years—since my divorce—I’ve dated a few different people. Each relationship has taught me something. Sometimes about what I want in a partner. Sometimes about what I need in myself. I’ve come to believe that dating—especially after
Journal entry
I’m left in the wake of the ship going down. I’m left in the dust
The Cages We Don’t See
The other night at dinner, I found myself staring at a truth I couldn’t unsee.
A Mother’s Day in the In-Between
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day without Ian. I went to lunch with my mom,
A Mother’s Day in the In-Between
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day without Ian. I went to lunch with my mom, dad, my sister Natalie, her fiancé Hans, and their baby girl Jaidis—my niece who will turn one this July. It was a beautiful day, and
The Cages We Don’t See
The other night at dinner, I found myself staring at a truth I couldn’t unsee.
Journal entry
I’m left in the wake of the ship going down. I’m left in the dust
The Problem with Forever
Over the past four years—since my divorce—I’ve dated a few different people. Each relationship has
It’s Time for a New Journey! Embrace the Road Ahead.
Mary, Founder of Unwritten Roads -
Unwritten Roads is a space for healing and growth after life’s toughest moments. We believe that even the smallest steps forward bring new hope. Through personal stories and recovery tools, we guide you on your journey. Our mission is to offer meaningful content for those seeking peace, strength, and connection through grief. Whether new or returning, Unwritten Roads is here to help you find comfort and rediscover hope.
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I’m so glad you found your way here. As a writer, my mission is to create stories that resonate, inspire, and transport you to new worlds. I invite you to explore my work and dive into the narratives that come from my heart.”
A deeply transformative and soul-enriching gathering awaits you, offering connection, growth, and renewal.
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Journal entry
I’m left in the wake of the ship going down. I’m left in the dust of the collapse. My ears are ringing from the explosion. I’m stunned. It’s quiet now and the quiet leaves only the sounds of nature. Only
The Threshold Between Us
There’s a poem I listened to recently—Trespassing with Tweens by Danielle Chapman. It begins with
A Mother’s Day in the In-Between
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day without Ian. I went to lunch with my mom,
Holding Space for Two Sons
The other night, I sat in the same auditorium where I watched my oldest son’s
Journal entry
I’m left in the wake of the ship going down. I’m left in the dust of the collapse. My ears are ringing from the explosion. I’m stunned. It’s quiet now and the quiet leaves only the sounds of nature. Only
The Threshold Between Us
There’s a poem I listened to recently—Trespassing with Tweens by Danielle Chapman. It begins with
A Mother’s Day in the In-Between
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day without Ian. I went to lunch with my mom,
Holding Space for Two Sons
The other night, I sat in the same auditorium where I watched my oldest son’s
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