These are the soft places where I lay my thoughts down. A Woman’s Wonderings is my journal of the in-between moments—quiet reflections on faith, motherhood, and the things we often feel but rarely say out loud. You're welcome to sit a while.
This is my little corner for musings and meanderings. Some are deep, some are funny — all are from the heart of a woman wrapped in God’s grace and a good apron.
“Some days, learning curves feel more like steep hills—but even vintage hearts can find their way in a digital world.” 🌸
July 2025 – A Woman’s Wondering
Lately, between launching an eBook and figuring out podcasts, I’ve felt like a vintage record player—charming, maybe, but not quite built for this world. At 42, I never thought I’d feel this tech-tangled… but here I am, climbing the slope one slow, stubborn click at a time.
“Sometimes bravery looks like showing up softly—with a story in your heart and a spoonful of ice cream in hand.” 🍨🌸
June 26, 2025 – A Woman’s Wondering
I’ve been writing for most of my life, but I never quite believed my stories were ‘worthy.’ Lately, though, I’ve realized that courage doesn’t always come in big waves—it sometimes tiptoes in through trembling hands and chocolate chip ice cream. This is me, showing up anyway.
“Some thoughts just need the softness of pencil—unfinished, unpolished, and beautifully real.” ✏️📖
July 4, 2025 – A Woman’s Wondering
I can’t think in pen—my thoughts only come alive with a wooden pencil in hand. There’s something in its quiet, erasable freedom that helps me dream, doodle, and discover. Not because I know the answers… but because I don’t have to.
When the house feels like a battlefield and all you wanted was to bake biscuits and sip your tea in peace…
Apron on. Head high. Story still unfolding. 💛
📖 "The Day Everyone in My House Got Replaced by Horror Movie Characters" (And I Just Wanted to Bake Biscuits)
July 15, 2025 – A Woman’s Wondering
Some days my house feels like a place of peace.
Other days, it feels like the extended cut of Silence of the Lambs, with tension so thick you could butter your toast with it.
My husband — freshly quit smoking and perpetually irritated with oxygen — stomps through the day like he’s in a duel with the air. My daughter, equally stubborn and born on the exact same day as him (yes, really), is in her own world of sass and silence. I am… the reluctant peace treaty in a dishtowel.
July 31, 2025 - A Woman's Wondering
It wasn’t just ink on a page — it was every quiet prayer, every early morning draft, every moment I nearly gave up. The pen shook in my hand as I signed that first copy, not because I doubted the words, but because I couldn’t believe they were finally real. Around that little book table, strangers became friends and time softened. It felt less like a book signing and more like a gathering at a kitchen table — tea in hand, hearts open, and stories shared.
God didn’t miss the deadline. He never does. And in that sacred space, between bookmarks and biscuits, He reminded me: you’re not late, you’re right on time.
A Woman’s Wonderings – Reflections on Faith, Family & Homemaking
