There are many reasons to start a blog.
Years ago, I ran a book review blog. It grew more than I ever expected—authors reached out, publishers sent books, and for a while it was exciting. But like many things that grow quickly, it eventually became oversaturated. What once felt fun began to feel like work. Around the same time, my kids were getting older and needed more of my time and energy, so I stepped away.
All that to say, I’m not new to blogging. But writing something more like a public journal? That’s new for me.
Still, the idea has been sitting quietly in the back of my mind for a while.
Life has been shifting—slowly in some ways, all at once in others. In 2020, my family converted to Orthodox Christianity. That decision has shaped our lives deeply, and continues to do so. At the same time, my role as a mother has changed. Two of my three children are now out on their own, building their own lives. My youngest is still at home, but adulthood has arrived there too.
Motherhood looks different now.
It’s less about guiding and correcting, and more about listening—and sometimes wondering if advice is even wanted. It’s learning to be okay with silence when days go by without hearing from them. It’s trusting that they will come back around. And they do.
Another reason for this blog is something I’ve been noticing more and more: the growing interest in Orthodox Christianity. There are conversations happening everywhere—especially online—and while some of that is encouraging, some of it is… concerning.
There’s a difference between learning about something and living it.
Orthodoxy isn’t meant to be consumed from a distance. It’s meant to be experienced in community, in worship, in participation. I’m not a scholar, and I don’t claim to be an expert. My understanding has come simply from showing up—from being present in the life of the Church.
And maybe that’s part of what I want to share here, eventually.
But this blog isn’t just about faith.
It’s also about this stage of life that I find myself in—the middle space. The place where things are quieter than they used to be, but not yet fully defined. Where I’m learning who I am outside of being needed all the time.
I’m learning to slow down. To cook more at home. To make things with my hands. To enjoy the quiet instead of filling it. To step outside more, to walk, to breathe, to notice.
Some days I feel grounded in that.
Other days, I feel a little lost.
I don’t think I’m the only one.
So maybe this space becomes a place for that—for figuring things out as I go. Not with all the answers, but with honesty.
And if something I write resonates with even one person, then that’s enough.