Life doesn’t always go as expected.  After ten years of marriage, I became a single mom to three young children.  While I enjoyed helping others in my job, it was a means to an end.  My children came first.  Period.

Life happened and it was hard.  It nearly buried me.  Five years ago, I knew I had to do something different.  I was exhausted and disillusioned, so I left. Left it all.  I turned inward, with the sole goal of finding what I needed emotionally and wanted for the rest of my life.  In that process, I found healing.

Today, I keep life simple. I love God, my children and my family and friends.  I care for my mother, love my adult children to the moon and beyond, laugh with my sisters, and feel unashamed when I choose to put myself, my sanity, first.  In being my best self, I can give freely to others.  

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My childhood is like a blink in time.  My college years took me to Virginia and Paris, France followed by a thirty-year career path spread from Ohio to the Florida Keys. There have been moves, new jobs, loss of jobs, new babies, heartbreak, love, illness, and my dad's sudden death in 2011.  

In March 2013, after 17 years in the banking industry, I found myself downsized, jobless and disinterested in furthering a career in finance. Following a few months of self-pity, I partnered up full time with my fiancé to turn our basement hobby shop into a retail store in Greensboro, NC.  

Then, in May 2019, as he and I worked to clear a piece of property, I received a call that I needed to make the drive to Tennessee for my mother – something was terribly wrong. And that’s where the caregiving story really begins.

From the outside, my life appeared to be fairly perfect - great job, wonderful husband, close family and friends, and of course, amazing dogs.  On the inside, I was burning the candle at both ends, working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. My response to any request was always, “No problem. Happy to help.” 

It wasn’t until my husband Jason’s cancer diagnosis in March 2022 that I finally confessed to myself that I could no longer keep living this life. In those darkest hours, I reconnected with God and in doing so, found my true self. I acknowledged and accepted my imperfections and gave myself permission to love “me”, flaws and all.

My mission is simple - Share stories and experiences that inspire and uplift others and hopefully, make them laugh a little.  To be a cheerleader, encouraging each and every person to be true to themselves first, while supporting those they love.  And of course, make new friends along the way.