ABOUT ME
"I've been everywhere, man."
That's not just a song lyric — it's basically my biography. Eighteen moves across nine states (four of them twice) and one foreign country. I've visited 33 states and six countries on four continents. If there's a lesson in all that movement, it's this: home is less about a place and more about what you carry inside you. I'm still learning what that means.
I'm a lover of books — deeply, unashamedly, occupationally. I spent a few years as a public library associate and children's librarian, and I currently serve as a high school library and media specialist, which means I get to be surrounded by stories for a living. I'm also a nature seeker, a devoted patron of local shops and food, love a cup of hot tea, and have an inexplicable affection for beautiful pens and fine paper. I believe in feeding people well, staying calm in a crisis, and the particular magic of a good independent bookstore.
I've been married for 35 years — 30 of them as a preacher's wife, which is its own kind of education. We have four sons, ages 18 to 29, and we homeschooled for 17 years before I stepped into the workforce full-time. I hold a B.A. in Bible and an M.A. in Ministry, and I spent decades pouring myself into ministry alongside my husband — teaching, writing, speaking, serving — most of it unpaid, all of it meaningful.
That season has shifted now. And honestly? That shift is a big part of why I'm here.
Why I'm Writing This
A few years ago, I had a hysterectomy that launched me — without runway or warning — straight into menopause. I had barely begun to notice the first whispers of perimenopause when the choice was made for me. And while I was still finding my physical footing, everything else shifted too. Our vocational life changed suddenly and painfully. Our church community changed. Our third son began his senior year of high school while I youngest navigated his last year of middle school. It was, to put it plainly, a lot — all at once, all in the same exhale.
I found myself in a season I hadn't prepared for and couldn't have anticipated, asking questions I didn't have language for yet. Questions about identity and purpose and what comes next. Questions about grief — because that's what it was, even when I couldn't name it. Questions about who I was becoming when so many of the roles that had defined me were dissolving at the same time.
I looked for resources. I found plenty on the physical side of menopause. I found very little on the soul side of it.
So I started paying attention. To my own experience, to the experiences of women around me, to what Scripture has to say about the inner life and how we tend it. And HeartsOverflow began to take shape — rooted in Proverbs 4:23, the call to guard our hearts because everything we do flows from them, and Luke 6:45, the reminder that what fills us is ultimately what spills out.
I'm not writing as someone who has arrived. I'm writing as someone who is in it — with enough miles behind me to have learned some things, and enough road ahead to still be asking questions. I have a B.A. in Bible, an M.A. in Ministry, decades of life and study and service, and a genuine conviction that this season — as disorienting as it can feel — is not the end of something. It's the beginning of something you may not have imagined yet.
I'm so glad you found your way here. Pull up a chair. Let's figure this out together.