About Amy

I was born and raised in Georgia, which means I grew up with red clay, front porches, and the kind of faith that gets handed down at the dinner table. I am married to Mario, who is patient with me in all the ways I need most, and together we are raising three daughters who keep me honest, keep me humble, and make me laugh every single day.

By profession I am an attorney. I spend my days thinking carefully with words, arguing for clarity, and trying to get things right. But writing here is different. Here I am not arguing — I am confessing. I am bringing the same questions I carry into a courtroom and laying them down at the foot of something much larger than any case I have ever worked.

The name comes from a simple idea: spurs are what you use to encourage a horse forward. Not to hurt, but to urge onward. I want this space to be that for women — an encouragement to keep going, to trust the terrain even when the path is not clear, to believe that the God who started something in you is still very much at work.

I write mostly about faith, scripture, and the ordinary difficulties of trying to live a life that actually reflects what you believe. I write about anxiety and steadfastness, about marriage and motherhood, about the seasons when prayer feels like shouting into the ceiling and the seasons when it feels like breathing. I write about all of it because all of it is the journey.

If you found this site because you are tired, or because you are searching, or because someone sent you a link and you are not sure why you are here — I am glad you came. Pull up a chair. There is room for you in this story.