Hi. I’m Ann—aka Mom (to five humans, three grandbabies, and honestly, anyone who needs snacks, sarcasm, or emotional triage on the fly).

I’ve been married since the dinosaurs had flip phones (which makes me ancient—ask my kids), and I’m currently surviving this beautiful mess of a life fueled by caffeine (in soda form), chaos, and a deeply neurospicy brain that forgets appointments but never forgets the vibe. I professionally wing it—with planners, printables, and an unshakable belief that humor and honesty(mostly) can carry us through a lot.

annpurdy.com is my truth space. The shop page is cute and functional. This? This is where the mask slips. Where I say the things the algorithm would probably flag as “too real.” Here you’ll find soul-deep sarcasm, soft wisdom, emotional whiplash, and digital downloads that might actually help—or at least give you the illusion of control while everything spirals.

This space is for the people who are over it—but still get up and try again. Who laugh through the tears, rage through the burnout, and dream through the disaster. Odds are, whatever you’re navigating, I’ve probably been there, done that, and rage-laughed my way through it too. Life’s been tough—but so am I, even if I cry in the car first.

Let’s make plans. Let’s break plans. Let’s cry into our calendars and then decorate them anyway.

I can’t fix your life. But I can give you a cute PDF to hold while it explodes.

Welcome to the chaos. I saved you a seat…Kind of.