I’m a daughter, a partner, a terrible speller, a thrift store dweller, a cat lover, a creative, a traveler, and mistake maker, former podcaster and freelancer who’s finding herself again as I step into my 50s.

As a dementia caregiver for my vibrant, wildly creative, and colorful mother, I found that meeting her creative needs led me to rediscover my love for art. Dementia, though a small part of her beautiful essence and story, had a big impact on me. After her passing, art became a healing place for me—a peaceful space for me to rebloom.

I am my mother’s legacy. I share her love of gardening, her adventurous spirit, and her craving for convos with strangers. I’m always questioning as I try new things on my journey of learning and growing. My gifted father is my encouragement.

Watercolors and loose florals have my heart. I’d like to share that with you, and especially seniors.

Join me, chickadee, in finding beauty in imperfection and joy in this moment.