I used to post religiously on this blog. In fact, most of my articles were all published before 2021, and I started in 2019. So many things have happened since I got off to a good start with The Hebrew Housewife. And with this blog being less than 10 years old, one might say it’s still pretty young.
I’ve since gotten married, had another child, and moved 5 (yes, five) times– once across the country. I’ve written about my life: motherhood, marriage, porn addiction, overcoming suicidal ideation, homemaking, marriage, family, shame, femininity. I have said all the things, I feel. Each time I sit down to write a blog post, I do not feel inspired. I don’t have anything to share.
My life is mundane. I don’t have chickens or horses. My children are normal children. We do not celebrate the Feast Days of YHWH as elaborately as I wish we did. I never go anywhere, or do anything. I am home, making the same eggs and oatmeal every single day for breakfast, washing the same clothes, and sleeping at the same time.
This is life as a housewife, isn’t it? I do not know how women have been making this lifestyle exciting since the beginning of time. When I read Proverbs 31, I see that this woman didn’t even have time to “make things exciting”. She was always busy, her day started before the sun even rose. She sold in the market, she made garments, she fed flocks, she purchased land, yada, yada, yada. These things can be exciting, yes. And I don’t “need” an “exciting” life. I am actually content. But when I’m supposed to be blogging, recording my life, sharing my home or journey or whatever, it just feels pointless.
I don’t really have any tips left to share. I am in a weird place in my marriage since the birth of my second child (mainly because the baby is our number 1 concern). I’m out of shape, restless, angry, and if I’m being honest, frustrated with the direction my content has taken over the past couple years. When I look on my blog, i want to see ME. My home, my family, and my personality. I know it’s a big issue, to want the glory.
In 2023, I decided that I was going to stop hiding on Instagram. Originally my entire feed was just posts to promote my articles and what have you. Then I realized I was hiding, because I hated the way people politicized my face veil. So I started posting myself more and more. And each time I posted myself, I lost followers. Without fail. I know they weren’t meant to be in my tribe, but it’s kind of frustrating.
Apparently, I’m not “Israelite” enough for Israelites. But when I interact with Muslims, guess what? I’m not Muslim enough for them, either. I observe the Laws of YHWH, I care for my family, I promote Scripture and goodness and justice. But I just so happen to wear a piece of fabric over my face, so suddenly I’m unrelatable.
I’ve had to do some deep soul searching in 2025. Because since I started veiling in 2020, 2025 has been the year that I’ve worn the face veil the least. I was even at a point telling myself every day “I hate that freaking veil!” It was an evil villian in my life, mocking me, taunting me, telling me I was only going to be successful if I threw it in the trash.
Now its 2026. Not much has changed, not even the weather (Biblical new year is in Spring, anyway). I wore the niqab for the first time since my birthday (Dec 14th– I always wear niqab on my birthday). This day, I was only making food deliveries with my husband, grabbing snacks, then stopping by the grocery store to get out dinner plans in order.
I can’t lie and say I loved wearing it, or didn’t feel self conscious, or scared that someone was going to say something mean. But I will say, it was very peaceful.
So then I had to question, who am I living and writing for? Others, or Yah? I thought I was writing for Yah, but seeing as I care so much about what other people think, maybe that’s not true.
So moving forward, if I’m going to keep blogging, I have to push aside numbers, content campaigns, selling stuff, all that junk. Because it just gets in the way.
