I didn’t find this work because it was easy.
I found it because it called me.

For most of my life, death was the thing I avoided, tiptoed around, or tried not to think about. Then I realized the only way to live fully was to face the one thing that scared me most. Not to conquer it, but to understand it. That choice led me to hospice care, doula training, spiritual counseling, and mediumship—paths that have shaped me into someone who can sit calmly in the places most people run from.

I believe the end of life deserves the same tenderness, honesty, humor, and reverence we give the beginning of life. I believe families deserve support. I believe no one should have to die feeling alone. And I believe the in-between moments—the breathing, the waiting, the remembering—matter more than we ever talk about.

I’m not here to fix what can’t be fixed.
I’m here to sit beside it.
To soften it.
To hold space for what’s real and holy and human.

If you need someone steady, someone unafraid, someone who can hold a candle when the room gets dark…

Take my hand.
I’m right here.