I come from a long line of home bakers.

On my mother’s side, baking has been passed down from my great-grandmother to my grandmother, then to my mother, and now to me. I grew up in a home where there was almost always a cake in the oven. Baking was part of everyday life: familiar, comforting, and deeply woven into the way we showed love and care for one another. For the women in my family, it was never a profession, but a passion: something lovingly practiced and generously shared.

Interestingly, it wasn’t until into adulthood that I baked my very first cake entirely on my own, a milestone I owe to my dear friend Emma, who helped me make a simple chocolate cake for my son’s birthday. That moment became a real turning point, as it made me realize that I had inherited more than just techniques, but also a genuine passion. Afterward, I found myself baking the same cake again and again, gaining confidence before gradually experimenting with other flavors, and from there it went downhill in the best possible way. Baking was no longer just something I had grown up around; it became something I truly wanted to nurture, refine, and make my own.

 The name Baker Mama carries a special meaning for me. Growing up, my father was a doctor, and I playfully called him “Dr. Papa.” When it came time to name my business, that childhood nickname came back to me. “Baker Mama” felt like a heartfelt tribute and an affectionate nod to the two roles that define me most today: baking and motherhood.

 And despite what the name might suggest, my children never actually bake with me. Baking is my personal creative space - a place where I can focus, experiment, and bring each design to life with care and precision.

 Baker Mama is where heritage meets creativity, tradition meets reinvention, and motherhood meets artistry. Every cake I make is inspired by the generations of women who came before me and crafted with the same love and attention to detail that first drew me to baking.