I’m Jane Elliott—wife, teacher, writer, mother, former foster parent, and a woman learning to navigate the beautiful and brutal in-between.
Raised in chaos and shaped by the question, “What would my 40-year-old self say?”—I write to make sense of the past and to carve gentleness into the present.
This blog is part reflection, part becoming—a space for grief, grace, and growth.
One birthday, one breath, one brave word at a time.