You chose to leave your career to be home with your family.

So why does this feel so hard?

Becoming a mother was the best thing to ever happen to you, but also… there was a you before kids.

Mothers who leave their careers to become stay-at-home-moms can feel intense loneliness, identity loss, the weight of invisible domestic labor like a ton of bricks.

We want more than advice about balance. We want feel like ourselves again while we build our homes and our families.

That’s why The New Home Economist exists. Here, there is space for women who’ve left amazing careers to do amazing work at home, with their families.

Here, you’ll find tools, resources, and coaching to help you claim your identity as an empowered mother and run your home with confidence and ease.

You contain multitudes: many versions of you as a woman, a mother, a home-tender… they are all valid. Here, you can been seen and supported in your multitudes.

Do you recognize this woman?

  • Your anxiety goes up the moment you think someone is about to ask what you do

  • You feel alone at home, despite loving your children with everything you have

  • Your old friends struggle to understand why you’d ever choose to leave your career

  • Your new mom friends don’t always understand your “before” story

  • You’re longing to work your mind and have intelligent conversations

  • You feel tiny struggles between you and your partner since leaving work

  • You’re inundated by the weight of everything that has to happen to keep your home running, yet it feels like nothing ever stays done

If you think you know her, this place is for you.

Start Here.

Start Here.

Feeling like your marriage has taken a hit since kids or leaving work? → The Sunday Night Miracle can help.

Struggling to untangle your work/mom identity? → Reimagine Your Role is for you.

Need a community of women who absolutely get it? → Multitudes is that space.

Want to see more?

→ Check out Tools for Mothers

You contain multitudes, mama.

Song of Myself, 51

Walt Whitman

The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.

Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?