This week, I was doing what I do, scrolling on Facebook, and saw a friend post about his weight loss journey.    He looked f*cking fantastic.  It's why I stopped to look in the first place. But beyond even the obvious weight loss, the most noticeable thing about the “AFTER” photo was his big, beaming smile.   The caption told me that he had been showing up at the gym, focusing on his health, really doing the work. But tucked into his celebration post was an apology too- " I k

You’ve probably noticed this about yourself: When a friend needs help, you’re there. No hesitation. No second thoughts. You’ll move mountains, reschedule your entire day, over-give until your own body is running on fumes.   But when it’s flipped? When someone wants to give to you? When they offer help, praise, love, or generosity, suddenly, your skin crawls. You deflect, minimize, brush it off. You turn it into a joke.  You’re more comfortable carrying everyone else than let

She sat across from me this week and said something I’ll never forget: “My divorce cost over $100K—and it’s the best money I will ever spend.” She wasn’t celebrating the ending of a marriage. She was naming the true cost of settling—the nights she pretended she was fine, the intimacy that felt like obligation, the slow erosion of her standards and self. That money bought her freedom, breath, mornings without dread, joy without rationing.

Something people don’t always know about me is just how incredibly wild my career has been.   I’ve worked as a crisis counselor in a New York City ER. I’ve worked inside institutions in Sri Lanka with the NIH. I’ve taught sex ed in Philly high schools. I was a private investigator with the government. I got into the FBI.   But the one that always piques the most interest? My run as a mental health therapist in solitary confinement at the notorious Rikers Island.   Now—I’ll sa

It’s hard for women to get clarity on what they need when the world expects them to be everything for everyone else.   You’re running the house. You’re answering emails from the car. You’re the default planner, problem-solver, and peacekeeper. By the time you finally sit down to think about what you want, the mental noise is so loud it’s easier to just push it off another day.   This is exactly why I opened Breakthrough Sessions. One session. 90 minutes. Hyper-focused on the

Conscious entrepreneurs don’t have to choose between profit and purpose—your values are your competitive advantage. At The Boutique Business Council, I’m joining 15+ leaders to share real strategies for soul-aligned success, feminine leadership, and shifting your money mindset from survival to overflow. This is where wealth meets integrity—and where your business evolves without compromising who you are.

There was a time when busyness was my drug. My schedule was full, my inbox cleared, my life looked impressive—but inside, I was crumbling. Because busy women almost always want more. Busyness just keeps us from admitting it. The moment you say it out loud, everything shifts. That’s what a Breakthrough Session does—90 minutes, one issue, real-time clarity. Normally $997, available Sept 22–26 for $199. Four spots only. If you’re tired of circling, this is your exhale.

Blaming them kept me stuck. Owning my response set me free. Because when my response is my responsibility, I don’t have to wait for anyone else to change before I do.

This is my story on how I practiced what I preach and learned to be confidently, ME.