The long version? Buckle up. It’s messy, it’s real, and it’s what brought me here.
Author. Mom. Survivor. Truth-teller. I’ve survived the beautiful, the brutal, and the “what the hell just happened?” moments.
I created Mother of Pearl™ because I needed something honest, raw, and unfiltered—something that sounds like you and me having coffee (or stronger) after a really long day.
isn’t just a brand. It’s a lifeline.
Married my best friend. Raised five amazing kids. Collected more memories than sleep.
Loss. Changes. Neurodivergent storms. A whole lot of “Well, shitballs.”
I stopped holding my tongue. Stopped apologizing for taking up space. Started saying what needed to be said.
Wrote my first book. Created a method for moms like me. Built Mother of Pearl™ one brave step at a time.
You are not too much.
You’ve just spent too many years around people who expected less.
Healing looks a lot less like a butterfly and a lot more like,
“Son of a biscuit. Here we go again.”
Keep going anyway.
Every boundary I have was built from a lesson I learned the hard way.
Some lessons were expensive.
Life is ridiculous.
Neurodivergence is ridiculous.
Parenting is ridiculous.
You might as well laugh while you’re figuring it out.
It’s what you say when life makes you want to say something else.
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