Oh, hello. I’m April.
I’m a writer, educator, former gifted kid turned emotionally exhausted adult, and someone who’s finally figuring out how to be a person who loves herself (and tell a good story while doing it).

What’s Loftinland, you ask?
It started as the nickname for my classroom many years ago—undoubtedly created during some impromptu analogy in a social studies lesson. Over time, it became less about a physical space and more about me.
Because let’s be honest: wherever I am… it’s kind of a whole place. A vibe. A story. A state of being.

Now it’s this: part memoir, part love letter, part scrapbook of all the messy, beautiful, complicated parts of life.

Here, you’ll find:

• Love letters to the people, places, and things that shaped me (or shook me)

• Ramblings about teaching, healing, grief, identity, and joy

• The occasional (lol… constant) overshare disguised as a story

• A whole lot of heart (and a little chaos)

So poke around. Laugh. Cry. Spiral a little.
You’re in good company.