As anyone who has been through the initiations of heartbreak, loss, birth, and grief knows…they completely shift everything you thought you were. They can be painful, confronting…and, if you’re open to their gifts, exquisitely beautiful.

When I was 28 weeks pregnant with my first child, my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and given six months to live. I gave birth to my son and held my mother as she died just 11 weeks later. My entire life changed quickly and irrevocably.

And time and time again, writing and sharing my story publicly has brought me home to myself amidst grief, loss, and major life changes.

It is now my absolute honor to hold spaces for grief tending, creative expression, sacred writing, and all that comes with sharing your story (which means, allowing others to see the truth of who you are in your most grounded, authentic expression).