For decades, I was a stay-at-home wife and mother. Devoted to my marriage, my family, my faith, and to the important work of keeping a home.

My life was lunches and laundry. Endless meal planning. And endless cooking and baking. It was listening to the cute but painfully slow storytelling of a toddler and taking the time to actually hear them. It was years of answering endless questions. Teenage years of tiptoeing through minefields of emotion and unspoken needs, learning that connection is more about presence than anything else. It was impromptu but very important conversations teens always start just as you’ve hit your wall and are headed to bed. And it was all the other small ways of showing up. The kind you don’t notice at the time, but that quietly add up over the years.

My career was homemaking. My years were spent nurturing and caring for others. And I loved it.

This space is for women like me. Women who care deeply about the things that have always mattered: marriage, motherhood, homemaking, healing, and faith.

Now, in my late 50s, I’m a mother to three grown children. Nana to a growing crew. And wife of 34 years, currently separated and uncertain of what the future holds.

This season of life has brought a dawning realization. Somewhere along the way, I lost touch with myself. I stopped hearing my own voice. I stopped seeing myself as someone separate—with her own hopes, dreams, and desires that also needed to be recognized and tended to.

Now, I find myself in a season of discovery. I’m not reinventing myself. I’m learning to notice the parts of me that fell quiet during those very busy years. And discovering others, I never had the opportunity to develop.

So this space is also for those who are relearning how to see themselves within the life they’ve built or are rebuilding.

This is a blog about heart at home. Not just about the work of home. But about the heart of the woman we’re becoming.