​Hi friend—thank you for taking a moment to get to know me.

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People often ask how I became a grief coach. The truth is… I never planned this path. But life has a way of shaping us through the experiences we didn’t ask for.

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My story begins when I was twelve years old and my mom died. That loss changed the trajectory of my life. It planted questions inside me that I didn’t yet know how to answer and left a weight on my heart I carried for decades.

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Years later, I experienced the deepest heartbreak a mother can know—the death of my son after his long, 17-year health journey. Losing him, along with the loss of my stepfather to suicide, brought me to my knees. Grief reshaped me more times than I can count. It softened me, strengthened me, and ultimately led me to my purpose.

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But this is not just a story of loss.
It’s a story of finding peace after the unimaginable, discovering tools that actually help, and learning that healing is possible for all of us, one small step at a time.

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Everything I teach—whether in classes, workshops, music, or on a stage—comes from walking this road myself. I know what it feels like to carry a “grief backpack” so heavy you can barely breathe. And I also know what it feels like to slowly, courageously lighten that weight and begin finding moments of joy again.

 

​When I’m not teaching, speaking, or creating, you’ll probably find me with my husband, kids, and grandkids… exploring nature, traveling, writing, or snuggling my fur babies. These simple moments of love and connection are what keep my heart full.​