Twin mom. Former tech exec.
Community builder.

My story

I spent most of my career in tech — building customer success and operations teams, scaling businesses, solving hard problems. I was good at it, and I loved it. But I knew for a long time that I was meant to do something closer to the harder parts of being human.

I made the shift. I started focusing on building community, working with people through the various challenges and transitions of life — relationship and intimacy, friendships, career. And then I became a mother, and what I thought I understood about transitions got completely recalibrated.

My path to becoming a mom wasn't straightforward. Eighteen months of trying. IVF in Mexico City. Fear and hope cycling on repeat. And then — twins. Two identical girls.

My sweet orgasmic home birth story was not sweet, not orgasmic, and not at home. I almost died. I couldn't see one of my babies until her second day of life. What followed was undersupply, thrush, mastitis, C-section recovery, no nanny lined up, and a marriage that felt like it was unraveling.

Eventually I came out the other side. My relationship is now thriving. I am head over heels in love with motherhood, my family, and my girls. The chaos is still here — sleep regressions, teething, febrile seizures — but so is the clarity.

I found myself supporting new moms again and again. This is what I needed, and it didn't exist. Because postpartum deserves more than a checklist, soup, and a sitz bath. The moms I work with are smart, capable, and completely overwhelmed — and what they need is someone who can actually meet them there.