Author |Certified Life Coach |Podcaster
I haven’t been blogging for a few weeks, not because I didn’t have things to say, but because I needed to let the silence speak first.
In that quiet space, life got …
You’re not grown until you know how to communicate, apologize, be truthful & accept accountability without blaming someone else.
I found this on social media, I don’t know who wrote it, but I know it fits a situation I am …
People see a $12.97 paperback or a free download.
What they don’t see?
What it cost me to write it.
It cost me sleep.
It cost me peace.
It cost me parts of myself I will never get back.
It …
For a long time, I wrote as someone, the author, the widow, the woman who survived.
But I wasn’t writing as me. Not completely.
Not as the life coach who sees the world through layered truths.
Not as the …
There’s something sacred about sharing a story that was once too painful to speak out loud.
Writing The Unforgiven Walk Alone was not an act of bravery, at least not at first. It was survival. It was me gathering the …
There comes a moment, sometimes quiet, sometimes shattering, when you realize you’re no longer willing to shrink for people stay stuck. Yesterday I had an awakening where I said, “No more.”
That moment is the birth of the Purposeful Warrior…
There is a moment grief finds you —
not with fanfare, not with warning —
but with a silence so loud, it rattles the very walls of your soul.
Grief isn’t just sadness.
It’s the way the sunlight looks different.…
It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t exaggerated.
It was real.
The phone calls.
The breathing.
The threat whispered as if it belonged there.
His name was Donald.
And yes–he meant every word.
But here’s the thing: I survived him.
Not just …
…a woman who weaves grief, truth and tenderness into every page and every pause. I am building a sacred space for others because I know what it means to sith with sorrow. Not just brush against it —sit with …
I didn’t storm out. I didn’t make a scene. I just left—and I didn’t look back.
There’s a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being surrounded by people and still feeling unseen. I was in a group of women …