New city, no familiar faces.
A heart too quiet to reach out.
Days blur between diapers and dishes,
and the world feels far away.
Here, may you find a gentle place to ask, to share, to be understood —
a small light in the rhythm of everyday.
Raising a spirited 3-year-old boy and a newborn girl,
I began motherhood in a new town where I knew no one.
This space, “mom-log,” is where I turn loneliness into light—
sharing small hopes, honest struggles, and gentle strength
for moms finding their way in unfamiliar places.
