Let me be real with you.

I was never brought into this world to be normal, quiet, or play small—and deep down, I bet you weren't either.

I grew up in a foster home—not as a foster child, but as the kid whose parents were foster parents. Our house was full of energy, chaos, and connection. For 17 years, I was part of a blended, multicultural, beautifully complicated family. We weren't picture-perfect, but we were real. And real has power.

I'll be honest: I was that kid with attitude, jealousy, and a fire I didn't know how to use yet. But that fire turned into purpose. I saw firsthand what it looks like when people are discarded by the system. I watched my foster siblings get told they'd never amount to anything. I saw the pain. And I also saw what happened when someone—anyone—believed in them.

My dad taught me that who you are doesn't depend on your past, your skin, your status, or your scars. He believed every person mattered. In a world that saw us as a mess of colors, we saw ourselves as a prism—one strong, unbreakable light.

That belief shaped everything that came next.

I Built a Career I Loved.

In 2001, I became my grandfather's caregiver. For four years, I learned what it meant to show up for someone you love—even when it's hard, even when you're exhausted, even when no one sees the weight you're carrying.

After he passed in 2005, I channeled that experience into a career helping other families navigate the same journey. I earned a Master's degree in Healthcare Marketing, Business Administration, Communication, and Project Management. I became a Senior Living Marketing and Admissions Director.

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