Born and bred in NYC and currently living on the west coast, I’ve had a life trajectory that could only be described as: wtf?!

Raised by my single mother, I survived a challenging childhood in The Bronx, rife with abuse and hardship. As if it wasn’t crazy enough, both of my parents also happened to be 9/11 First Responders.

After dropping out of Hunter College, I began a very successful career in my early 20’s as a colorist at one of Manhattan’s premier salons, working alongside actresses, musicians, models, and the it-crowd of New York. Then I met a guy, and everything changed (as these stories tend to go).

I moved across the country and became a mother and a wife. Then in 2020 as the world was falling apart collectively, my inner world began to crumble. Struggling with a failing marriage and unexplained secondary infertility, I discovered I was BRCA2+ positive. After my first mammogram flagged as abnormal, I made the decision to undergo a prophylactic mastectomy. My severely damaged uterus was also removed. I was only 31 years old, and already a hollow shell of my former self.

I ended my marriage, got sober, and tried my best to pick up the pieces while raising my son. Eventually I found new love. Calm, hope, and purpose began to emerge.

Then, after having a grand mal seizure in the middle of the night, I was diagnosed with tumor-induced epilepsy. My brain tumor is a currently-developing condition, but is universally believed to be slow growing cancer.

Writing and talking through these experiences has allowed me to make peace with my reality and to connect with others who are trying to make sense of chaos–because honestly, it sounds and feels incredible unreal. To live in the thick of it requires an unruly amount of courage.

I don’t always have answers but I do have truth.