Toddler mom, blogger, and the heart behind Home of Henderson.
Hi, I’m Jackie —
I grew up in a small town where childhood meant playing in the dirt, riding bikes until the streetlights came on, and knowing the same group of kids from preschool through high school. After my son was born, I realized I wanted that same kind of childhood for him.
The town we were living in outside of Charleston? Growing like crazy. More traffic, bigger schools, endless Target runs, and plenty of “keeping up with the Joneses.” Not that there’s anything wrong with nice things (I love a Pottery Barn sale as much as the next girl), but I wanted to find some balance: more mud pies, less carpool lanes.
So, we traded hustle for small-town coastal-country life.
What We Believe at Home of Henderson
What you will certainly not find here is builder horror stories, hustle culture, or chasing perfection. It’s about building something real — whether that’s a house, a family, or just the next chapter in your life story. Around here, we believe in transparency over fear, community over comparison, and attainable over aspirational.
To some people, our life and our home will look expensive. To others, it’ll seem modest. The truth is: we both work multiple jobs to make it possible. My husband is a blue-collar worker in a steel mill. I transitioned from being a librarian to an OBM and freelance marketer so I could work from home and raise our toddler. This home build didn’t happen overnight — it’s the result of deliberate saving, sacrifice, and restraint since the day we got married.
You won’t find “Pinterest-perfect” all the time — but you will find real numbers, smart splurges, honest lessons, and ideas for saving or DIY-ing where it counts. We believe in a values-driven, wholesome lifestyle that still leaves room for the occasional splurge or Chick-fil-A stop.
After years of living in NYC and suburban sprawl, I'm re-learning to embrace slow mornings, dirt roads, sunset walks, and the kind of home where people naturally gravitate. I’ve gone from Door Dashing and take out to meal-prepping for the week — and with every spreadsheet and grocery run, I’ve gained a whole new respect for my mom, who made caretaking and hospitality look effortless.
I’m not trying to be the next Marta Stewart, but I am trying to build a life where my son can ride bikes with the neighbor kids, fish in the creek, and grow up in a home where people love to gather. It all started with this house, but it's always been about coming home.
