There’s something magical about the moment you uncover a forgotten name, find a penciled note in the margins of an old ledger, or walk the winding road to a hometown you’ve only ever heard about in stories.
But for me, genealogy has always been about more than names and dates. It’s about finding myself.
Somewhere between the lines on a census record and the quiet rows of a country cemetery, I realized I wasn’t just building a family tree—I was searching for connection, for identity, for roots that could anchor me in the busyness of life. As a wife, a mom, and someone balancing a full-time job, I don’t get unlimited time to wander these roads. My research trips are rare and precious. They have to matter. They have to bring me closer to who I am.
I believe that family history isn’t just about dusty documents—it’s about wandering, wondering, and weaving together the threads of who we are and who we might become. It’s about reclaiming the pieces of our story that feel scattered and distant.
This is a gathering place for the curious souls, the list-makers, the map-followers, and the spontaneous detour-takers who feel the pull of their roots. Whether you’re just beginning your genealogy journey or planning your next heritage trip, you’ll find tips, tools, and travel companions here to help you stay both organized and enchanted along the way.
Research Tools & Trip Planning Guides
So your bags (and your notebooks) are packed with purpose, and your limited time is spent wisely.
Stories from the Road
Because the best discoveries often happen somewhere between the planned stops.
Gentle Guidance for Organizing Your Findings
So you can capture the past without losing sight of the path ahead.
A Space to Chase Clues and Curiosity
I believe genealogy can feel like tea-stained pages, fluttering notes, and winding roads—calm, methodical, and joyfully meandering.
I’ve spent years tracing my family lines, standing in forgotten cemeteries, flipping through archives, and planning trips with more folders than suitcases. But I didn’t just need another research log. I needed a soft, well-organized place that respected the beauty of both wandering and planning.
Along the way, I realized I wasn’t just mapping where my family had been—I was slowly finding my way to myself.
This space is a love letter to those who roam on purpose, searching for pieces of the past, while savoring the journey along the way.
If you’ve ever wondered where you come from or felt the ache to know who you are beyond the present moment, you belong here.
I invite you to join my mailing list and follow along. Let’s pack your bags, chase the whispers, and start uncovering the stories that belong to you.
Because on these backroads, every page holds another journey.