Here’s the thing—I wasn’t always the queen of love and intuition you see before you. My first marriage? Let’s just say it was a masterclass in what not to do. Surviving domestic violence, emotional abuse, and becoming a single mother to a 1-year-old, 2-year-old and a 5-year-old, taught me that loving yourself is step one to loving anyone else.

But don’t cue the sad violins just yet—this is a love story! After years of healing, some therapy (and a few questionable dating choices), I manifested my soulmate. My husband Barry is the yin to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the one who laughs at my jokes even when they’re not funny. Together, we’ve built a beautifully blended family full of grandchildren, laughter, and love, all supervised by our pit bull Sylvie—who, by the way, thinks she’s the real boss around
here. Oh, and ADHD? That little surprise late in life diagnosis keeps life…interesting. I’ve learned to embrace the chaos, channel my creative superpowers, and use my journey to help others. Barry and I also prioritize fun in our marriage, often raising our vibrations by singing together at home or belting out tunes at karaoke bars. It’s our secret to staying connected and joyful. So yeah, I’ve worn a lot of hats—youth support worker, educational assistant, daycare owner, car salesperson, and internet wrangler—but my passion has always been the same: helping people find themselves, their spark, and their soulmate (even if they’ve already married them).