That’s not just a sentence. It’s a mirror.

Even if you never heard those stories growing up—especially if you didn’t—they’re still part of your legacy.
Even if no one in your family "owned slaves," your lineage may have stood by while others did.
Your country may have built the ships. Traded the bo...

What I Learned About Whiteness, Blackness and Real Accountability

The first time someone said to me, “Yeah, you can’t fuck your way out of racism,” I was stopped cold. It felt like a slap, a truth so sharp I didn’t quite know what to do with it. For three months, it simmered in the back of my mind ...

What if privilege isn’t what we think it is?

What if it’s not just about wealth or power or even access—but about what we haven’t had to see?

I’ve been sitting with this idea lately:
Maybe privilege is just a blind spot.

Not something to feel ashamed of. Not something to feel superior about. But ...

When my beautiful, Black children came to me through adoption, I thought love was enough. But very quickly, I realized it wasn’t. Not in a country still deeply scarred by racism, systemic injustice, and unequal power.

If we white parents don’t do the work — if we don’t face our own whiteness, unlea...

Let’s be honest: the world is full of coaches. Life coaches. Parent coaches. Trauma coaches. Mindset coaches. Nervous system coaches. (Guilty—I’ve worked with several.)

So how do you know who’s right for you—especially when your life includes adoption, trauma, grief, race, identity, and the messy j...