Welcome to the Wild

A creative field guide for the beautifully untamed. Come for the sparkle, stay for the chaos.

The author looking cozy in front of a window with a cup of tea in hand.

Writer. Spark-keeper. Sincerity punk. Believer in second chances, for stories and for people.

I’m Kate, a writer who came back to herself at midlife and decided it wasn’t too late to make something beautiful.

I sat down with a pen, a spark, and the quiet voice inside me that had waited decades to be heard.

That’s where Tiaras In The Wild began. With a question that surprised me:

What if joy counts… even if it’s small?
What if softness is allowed?
What if creativity at this age is not a hobby, but a homecoming?

What I Make Here

I write stories for women who feel deeply, carry a lot, and want a place to set it down.

Some of it’s fiction.
Some of it’s satire.
Some of it’s reflections, spark notes, quiet rebellions, and the stubborn belief that imagination still matters.

This is creativity as refuge, not performance.

A delicate tiara placed on a soft fabric, symbolizing self-worth and personal empowerment.

My Work Has a Center

It always comes back to:

  • soft-hearted women with sharp minds
  • ache, mask, leak storytelling
  • found family and impossible love
  • sincerity over irony
  • magic hiding in the ordinary
  • stories that feel like someone finally sees you

I write the kind of stories I want to read, and the kind I wish existed when I needed them most.

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Why Tiaras?

Because a tiara is a reminder. A tiny crown you give yourself.

Not because you need attention. Not because it’s your birthday. But because you remembered, for one brief moment, that you’re allowed to shine without earning it.

Your wild doesn’t have to be loud. Sometimes it’s soft, quiet, warm, and stubborn.

Sometimes it’s a tiara in the middle of real life.

A Little More About Me

I love old-fashioned romance, floaty dresses, 80s pop queens, fairy lights, libraries, flower crowns, funny animal chaos, lighthouses, sourdough, vintage magic, and stories that ache in the best way.

I’m named after a grandfather who was a farmer, an inventor, and a philosopher.
I inherited his devotion to creativity, and his refusal to accept mediocrity when brilliance is possible.

That’s the legacy I write from.

One Last Spark

If you’re here because you need a reminder that your creative life isn’t over, or that you’re allowed to begin again, or that softness is not a flaw…

You’re in the right place.

Welcome to the quiet rebellion. I’m glad you found us.

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Notes From The Wild

On Starting Over

Reinvention isn’t a crisis.
It’s just what happens when you finally tell the truth out loud.

On Joy

Joy isn’t loud or filtered.
Sometimes it’s just tea, good music, and remembering you like your own company.

On Wildness

Wild doesn’t mean reckless.
It means unedited, unshrinking, unapologetically alive.


Join the rebellion. It’s BYO Tiara.

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