About Me

In my late 20’s I became a student of what might be possible—within each of us, and across the world—if we could quiet the war inside.

Since 1996, I’ve been weaving together threads of experiential psychology, spiritual community, a past life in the music industry, and intimate encounters with death and dying. My work is devoted to creating spaces where it’s finally safe to feel what once wasn’t—so that we can come home to ourselves.

My life began as the second child of teenage parents, both seeking escape from their own dysfunctional and abusive homes. Dad was randomly, explosively angry. Mom was stoic, frozen, unreachable. For years, I felt confused about why I was chronically exhausted and anxious at the same time. Love felt unstable, connection unreliable. Social engagement felt risky. Many nights ended in checking out—compulsive attempts to self-soothe. It wasn’t indulgence; it was survival.

I read the books. I bought the crystals and sage. I hit the pillows and screamed. I tried all the mystical stuff in Sedona. I fell for the manipulative spells of smooth-talking gurus. I signed up for retreats, sat through seminars, did the therapy. I spent well over $60,000 looking for relief and healing.

I repeatedly felt the hope and disillusionment with each new remedy. I was drowning in a sea of partial “answers” to my problems that provided no coherent solutions.