I’ve lived what many would call “the unthinkable”—
the kind of loss that rearranges you from the inside out.

At 21, I became a widow. And from that heartbreak, I founded the American Widow Project—a national nonprofit that supported thousands of young military widows through community, healing, and radical presence. That work shaped me. It taught me how to witness pain without flinching. It taught me the holy, gritty art of beginning again.

But that’s not the whole story.

Over the years, I’ve learned that loss doesn’t just come through death.
We grieve the version of ourselves we no longer recognize.
We lose identities in motherhood, in toxic relationships, in the slow fade of our own dreams.
And still, something in us longs to rise.

These days, my life looks different.
I’m raising my daughter on land that grounds me.
I’ve traded the spotlight for sacred quiet.
I write. I guide. I build slow things that endure.
I’m not here to fix you or sell you perfection.

I’m here to hold space for the becoming.
For the woman who is grieving. Rebuilding. Softening. Raging. Remembering.
The one standing in the in-between.

💫 This work is rooted in three sacred pillars:

Radiant Resilience — for your rising
The In-Between as Holy Ground — for your becoming
Modern Sacredness — for your beauty, your rituals, your joy

This is not a return.
This is a becoming.

A bold, holy emergence from the places that tried to undo you.

If that’s you—
I’m so happy you are here.