About

I don’t know about you, but I grew up in a “no one ever told us shit” era.

And I spent the next few decades looking for life’s operating instructions in all the wrong places. I ran around endlessly searching for something 1.) I didn’t know I was looking for and 2.) couldn’t be found outside of me (but it would still be a while before I figured that one out).

Maybe you can relate? It’s pretty exhausting, right?

I was asleep at the wheel of my own life navigating chapter after chapter, up after down, joy after sorrow — reacting rather than seeing my role as an active participant. I didn’t have tools or skills (or those damn operating instructions). I ignored the red flags slapping me in the face, the alarms blaring in the background and just about every warning under my nose. Until…

The Universe declared, We’ve got a stubborn one here. Let’s shake things up.  

Let’s just say, hell hath no fury like a Universe scorned! Trust me, I know!

In many ways, my true and authentic life began with an ending. 

But let’s roll it back a minute.

I had been sleepwalking for a long time. Things had been ‘fine’ — it all looked good on the outside, but life wasn’t truly vibrant or passionate. The busyness of my life set on autopilot left me flat, disconnected and lost.

And then it happened, the culmination of my denial. Enter wake-up call. One day, it all came crashing down in a BIG way. Time to wake up. Time to reclaim all the pieces and parts of my life, to reassemble them into meaning and to finally rescript a new story — to trace the breadcrumbs, to connect to my ancestors and their journeys, to reclaim my own power, and to choose HOW I was going to navigate life going forward. 

We all fall (and I’m here to say that we will continue to fall until we recognize what is really going on). I have been through it all — heartbreak, deceit, anger, fear, shame, finger-pointing. But I tired of my victim bootstraps and yearned to find a way out.

Grew up in the carefree suburbs of Long Island riding bikes without helmets, catching fireflies and playing kickball in a digital media-free era.

15 YEARS OLD: After being discovered by a top fashion modeling agency in New York City, departed the sedate suburbs for the seduction of Paris. Thrust into the juggling of a crazy career, studies and adolescence, while appearing in magazines like Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar — and dodging the advances of a sleazy agent. (Yeah, not so glamorous).

MARRIED: Kissed a few frogs and married a few others. Young, starry-eyed and in love — I married a fellow model, the famous “Diet Coke Hunk.” Our love affair ultimately fell apart on a Malibu beach after a decade together.

KEEPING IT REAL: Quit modeling, got a ‘real’ job and went back to college.

OOPS I DID IT AGAIN: Married a Wall Street Wonder Boy. I thought I was beginning the ‘settling down’ phase of my life. A fairy tale wedding ensued — a fairy tale about to go terribly awry.

GETTING DOWN TO BIZ: Started my own business management company.

18 months after walking down the aisle, I stepped into my greatest life role with the birth of my son (and REALLY fell in love).

CAP & GOWN: Graduated Fordham University summa cum laude with a degree in Communications & Media Studies, with a toddler on my hip.

LOST IT ALL: 2½ years later, Wonder Boy is carted away in handcuffs from his Madison Avenue office by federal agents. Salacious scandal ensues. Lost husband, home, money, stability…and faith. (Bye bye Happy Ever After)

REALITY CHECK: Moved back to Long Island to live with my parents in my childhood room with my little boy. (Now that’s keeping it real!)

TIME TO RESCRIPT: After finding myself in a you-know-what storm, I took one step in the direction of rebuilding an authentic life. (It was an idea whose time had finally come).

I always laugh that my path to healing was anything BUT linear. That said, it begins somewhere — with one wish, one prayer or one intention set free into the ethers.

HOME AT LAST: Nearly 2 decades after my fall from grace, I have found my way home — to true love (a man who saw me, didn’t save me), to a career (that activated my inner creative entrepreneur), to a funky old farmhouse in the mountains (where I became a nature lover with a dog). And that “toddler” has grown into a beautiful young man fresh out of college.

Even if you don’t know where to start — know that I didn’t either.

I read books, attended events and workshops, listened to audios, lit candles, drank green juices, meditated, bought crystals, went to psychics and healers, burned sage (I think you get the picture). Whatever it is for you — move towards it. Open yourself to healing. Find your tribe. Find yourself and never stop. This is the space where possibility is born…and you begin again. 

It starts with getting real with self. It’s about looking in the mirror and seeing. It’s about listening to the whisper of your soul. It’s about having the guts to take an action step.

It’s not too late. You’re not too old. That ship hasn’t passed. And I believe in you. 

I lived this so I could teach this — so I could guide others to rediscover the dormant forces that reside within them to rise yet again, no matter how far they’ve fallen.