Five decades of personal evolution, sometimes gently, other times breaking the rails. My lifelong desire is to tell stories in all I do and connect with others. My ever-present modalities of expression throughout the years have consistently included writing, designing, and creating. Through themed, hand-made birthday invitations for my kids, event planning, hosting large parties with every detail down to the scent of a room, I've created beautiful experiences. I have been doubly, triply, and infinitely blessed to have shared them with many.

I've lived multiple embodiments of self at times, feeling the full spectrum between being utterly lost and triumphantly empowered. In between, I've healed, grown, authored two books on love and communication, owned a small catering business, worked as a stylist on set, and am raising two beautiful humans gifted to me as proof that I am worthy of all I desire. They were always my ultimate dream.

Lately, on the precipice of my oldest moving onward, out of the nest, a sense of "I should have, I forgot to, did I teach her ..." I gotta say, it was overwhelming—the tick, tick, tick the clock moving steadily along. As everything started breaking down again, I let it all go the way trees do this time of year. Nature's wisdom once more brings me out of the tailspin of over-thinking, nestling me back into the calm of feeling what is true.

Where love exists, there is ample time for curating joy and creating memorable moments that thread our lives together with the ones we cherish. In this, I find my balance, harness creative flow, and hold gratitude for the everyday minutiae that make mud into magic.