About J. Wildroot
I’m J. Scribbler of spirit, gatherer of stories, and believer in the beauty of the broken open.
I write from the quiet places between earth and sky, where truth rests in the breath and healing begins with a pen. My words are shaped by survival and stitched with stardust. I’ve lived many lives in one body, a daughter of fire, a partner in grief and grace, a mother, a maker, a woman who wandered long enough to find home within.
This space, Scribbling Onward, is where I lay down the truth one sentence at a time. It’s where poetry holds hands with pain and memoir becomes medicine.
I’m not here to write perfect stories. I’m here to write real ones, the kind that unravel us gently, the kind that remind us we’re never alone.
Pull up a chair. Read a little. Breathe a lot. Let’s scribble onward together.