Motherhood is weird. Come talk about it.
A private chill space for Bainbridge Island moms. Pick a handle, choose a goddess, speak freely, and get a little freaky. (Not in a MomTok way. Very much not that way. And not in a culty way either—unless things snowball, idk. Consenting adults can discuss the ground rules later, girliepops.)
Get wasted at home if you want. We are not your probation officer. Just do not drive, hurt anybody, or put someone in your care at risk. We all have our vices. This is company for otherwise siloed lives: alone, together. <3
Mermaid Cove is the community. The Pod Squad is the blog. Apparently we contain multitudes and hyperlinks.
Company without the personal brand.
for moms still reparenting themselves request an invite →The basic pact read before entering
Mermaid Cove the community side
Ask for listening, ideas, help, or company.
No solutions. Solidarity only.
Wellness experiments that actually helped.
Finished, unfinished, edible, or hot-glued.
Ferries, beaches, errands, and island lore.
Say “yo.” Get a “yo” back.
The Pod Squad
Bainbridge Island’s paperless mom zine · orcas know community
Part local paper. Part voice note nobody deleted.
Choose your goddess
CONGRATS: FOUNDING GODDESS ACCESS UNLOCKED.
You’re one of the first three founding members. That’s kind of a big deal to me. I know it’s early to say this, but I love you.
The Mermaid Ball
A twice-yearly solstice gathering at Misty’s place. Let’s roll some blunts and enjoy the face reveal of the century.
NO KIDS // NO PARTNERS // 21+
Join my circle:
Hi, I’m Misty. 🧜♀️ (Well, that’s not my real name, if you get the picture.) I’m a mom with social needs and otherwise no time to do anything at all. Aside from wiping shit off of shit as a full-time mom, I also have two college degrees. They informed my decision to take the “if you build it, they will come” approach to adult friendship. Or whatever. Request an invite to The Mermaid Cove, and let’s become friends.
ADMINS RECEIVE: your handle, email, goddess, and island answer.