My grandmothers were homemakers. My mother majored in home economics education in college and is to this day still a great homemaker. My dad sews, knits, and crochets better than just about anyone I know and transforms my folks’ flowerbeds into verdant carousels of color year after year. My next-door neighbor/second mom from childhood was a veritable homemaker extraordinaire, despite living in a house full of boys. Even my television idols are the ultimate pictures of domesticity: Ina Garten, Nigella Lawson, Ree Drummond, and yes, Martha.
But as for me? I commissioned into the military. I went to medical school and then graduate school (because I’m a regular glutton for punishment!) I have uprooted and moved my family back and forth across the country no less than four times in the last seven years. I am recovering from a long run of holding the title of “World’s pickiest eater” (which any number of church ladies, family members, and friends’ moms can verify.) I work long hours and live in a house with one very busy little boy, an endlessly patient husband, and two devoted little mutts.
I know that there is nothing new under the sun; and if there is, you’re certainly not going to hear it from me first. But what I do hope is that you can stop by here for a digital coffee break or for a moment of solace with that glass of wine. Crack a smile. Find a new recipe. Feel validated that you’re not the only one having that kind of day today (because you’re not!) Know that you too have it in you to harness that domestic goddess and make a little beauty in the space you call home (even if it is right next to that half-eaten corndog and the bottomless pile of dirty dishes). If I can do it, anyone can.
Welcome to our home. Pull up a seat and pour a glass. Thank you for being present and your willingness to follow me on this adventure.
Cheers!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
Domestic Goddess M.D. 