Our Story
(the short version)
Every story begins with roots. Mine just happen to be planted in the volcanic soil of Southern Oregon — where faith, farming, and family have always been intertwined.
I’m Hollis — a mama, creator, and woman continually learning to see life as a sacred mandala: full of patterns, lessons, and grace. For years, I wandered far from home — living near the sea, building a coaching practice, and exploring the world through healing and faith. But God, in His goodness, always brings us back to where we’re meant to grow.
When my daughter, Sofiamoana, was born, I felt the circle complete — a return to the land and to the purpose written for me. Today, Mama & Moana is our shared offering: a homegrown space where faith meets farm life, healing meets creation, and love multiplies through every story, egg, and handmade thing we share.
This isn’t just our livelihood — it’s our testimony. Proof that even after the hardest seasons, God restores, renews, and roots us deeper in His plan.
Welcome to our story — may it remind you of your own. 🌾
OUR STORY
(the long version)
Once A Farm Girl, Always A Farm Girl
I’m Hollis — or “Mama,” as I’m best known these days. I was born in the high desert of Southern Oregon, where the soil runs rich from ancient volcanoes and historical flood planes, and where farming runs deep in my bloodline. At seventeen, I left that land behind, chasing adventure and a bigger world. But what I’ve learned is this: once a farm girl, always a farm girl. The rhythm of the land never leaves you — it just waits for you to return when your heart is ready to listen.
For over twenty years, I wandered near the ocean, building little sanctuaries of simple living wherever I went. My kitchens were full of life — jars of fermenting vegetables, bubbling bone broth, sprouting seeds, and the hum of creation itself. I sold homemade foods in organic markets along the Oregon Coast and in Mexico, always drawn to the way God’s provision meets us in the everyday — through earth, through nourishment, through love.
Motherhood & The Mandala of Life
n 2019, in the Baja desert, my daughter Sofiamoana was born — her name carrying both ocean and spirit. Motherhood opened me to the sacred symmetry of life — how every beginning circles back to its source. Through her, I saw my own childhood in a new light: the farm, the mountains, the roots I had once abandoned.
Becoming a mama became my greatest mirror and my greatest teacher. Each day with her reminds me that this life is a mandala — full of repeating lessons, divine patterns, and second chances. My prayer has become simple: to guide her in love, to help her surpass my mistakes, and to lead her toward the purpose God designed uniquely for her.
Faith, Healing & The Return Home
I’ve always spoken with God. Even as a little girl, I felt His presence in the wind through the fields, in the quiet of early morning light. My 20s and 30s were spent seeking Him through holistic health and emotional healing — first helping others through body and mind, then learning that true transformation begins in the soul.
In early 2024, my life turned inside out when I encountered Jesus in a way that was unmistakable and alive. That moment of divine truth dismantled every false layer I’d built and called me home — not just to Oregon, but to Him. I left behind my business in Mexico, packed up my daughter and our things, and returned to Merrill — the same small town where I first learned what faith, family, and soil meant.
Illness, Prayer, Recovery, & Renewal
In June 2025, I faced an unexpected storm I could never have imagined — a battle with hantavirus, pneumonia, and septic shock that nearly took my life. For nine days, I lay in a hospital bed — four of them unconscious and on a ventilator. Yet even there, in the valley of shadows as close to physical death as a person could ever be, I had a beautiful encounter with God.
I felt Jesus, and Heaven's armies protecting me. I saw what you might call "the Light", but I somehow knew I wasn't going there quite yet. I felt at peace and I was having this (almost comical really) debate with God over why I wasn't ready to go be with Him in this peaceful place. I felt Jesus' presence and peace giving me reassurance that there was still work to be done here on Earth. The prayers of family, friends, and even strangers rose like incense around me. Love became the breath that sustained me. When I awoke, I knew I had been held by something far greater than medicine — by the hand of God Himself.
That experience rewrote me. It healed a lot of what was fractured inside, drew me closer to forgiveness, gave me a deeper compassion than I was ever able to embody previously. It opened my eyes to the divine choreography of life — how our fear, worry, and suffering, when surrendered, become a passageway, or portal almost, to a necessary rebirth.
Mama & Moana Today
And from that rebirth came Mama & Moana — our homegrown offering of gratitude and grace. It’s more than a farm store; it’s a reflection of the divine pattern that keeps weaving through our lives — faith, family, the land, and love.
Here, we gather eggs and stories, lessons and laughter, the sacred and the simple. Every carton of eggs, every chick, every word shared here is a small act of devotion — a reminder that God is in the details, and that all creation tells His story.
If even one story lifts a heart, or one dozen eggs brings warmth to a family table, then we’ve fulfilled a piece of what He’s written for us.
Welcome to Mama & Moana — a place where faith, farm life, and the sacred rhythms of love grow side by side.🌸
