
My story DID NOT unfold the way I imagined it would:
I’m raising my two autistic children with special needs whom I adore immensely. I’ve also navigated suppressed fertility, mental health struggles, identity loss, and the kind of grief that doesn’t have a clear ending… …the kind you sort of just carry around with you quietly while STILL being required to show up for Life every day.
My motherhood transformed everything for me, especially my sense of who I was allowed to be… And resuming my old writing practice became the ONE way I could effectively articulate My (particular, uncommon) Truth.
🌱 I write and create about designing a new identity you actually love after life rearranges you… caregiving without romanticizing exhaustion, resentment and love coexisting in the same breath, nervous-system care that doesn’t require you to be “fixed”, and small rituals that make life feel “magickal” again...
I’m NOT interested in fixing people. I’m interested in helping women feel witnessed and nurtured: My cause lives somewhere along the intersection of honesty, gentleness, and grounded spirituality (without bypassing the hard parts)…
…You might be here because your life doesn’t look like you thought it would. OR because you LOVE deeply, and you also feel tired in your bones... Or because you’re craving language for what you’re currently carrying. …Or you want to FEEL like YOURSELF again… as a truer version…
If that’s you… you’re not late. You’re not broken. You’re not alone.
And I’m REALLY glad that we’ve found each other. ❤️


