I’ve faced heartbreak, breakdowns, disappointments that left me hollow.
I tried every affirmation, meditation, and self-help hack — and still, the ache stayed.
So I went back to my roots.
I was raised and nurtured by a powerful coven of matriarchs. Women whose love and wisdom ran deeper than any modern trend.
I know this because I’ve been there
My story
Grandma’s Hands:
My grandmother healed — through her hands, her heart, her food, her presence, and her work.
She was a life-giver in every sense, bringing life into the world hundreds of times — both as a mother of 11 and as a maternity nurse for over 30 years.
Her love was medicine. Her touch was restoration. Her presence was peace.
I carry her name and her legacy. Healing is not just what I do — it is my divine gift, my power, and my passion.