About

There's a boy from the neighborhood. Married him almost 47 years ago.

Before the wedding, there were chocolate chip cookies — shaped into his name, baked at my best friend's house, delivered with all the confidence of a girl who had absolutely no idea what she was doing in a kitchen. It worked. He still likes cookies.

What came after those cookies was a few years of Hamburger Helper and chunky soup straight from the can — and not a whisper of shame about it. Everyone starts somewhere.

Life moves like a river — people brought alongside you in their own time, each one leaving something behind. The richest moments of my life have had one thing in common: sleeves rolled up, working beside someone worth knowing. A church hall. A Creative Memories table, helping women build legacies of their own. A kitchen full of women and green beans and laughter. Different places, same thing — full presence, real work, something deeper than the task in front of us.

Some of that something deeper lives in this kitchen now. And it gets passed forward here.

Forty-five years has taught one thing above everything else: set down the phone. Ask how their day was. Say I love you. Live with intent, invest in others, and don't let a single minute go by.

That's why The Resourceful Home exists. And that's why you're welcome here.

Pull up a chair. We're just getting started.

Hugs!

Nana