I live with my boyfriend and stepson in the Dominican Republic. I’ve relocated many times—always following my heart—and now I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
I’m lucky to have a community that’s a little unique. My life is rooted here in the DR, but I also go back to the States often to see family, work, and stay connected to the people and places that shaped me. In many ways, I live in both worlds—and I love being able to share that perspective.
Over the years I’ve worked in nonprofit, corporate, education, retail, and fashion. No matter the industry, the common thread has always been people and connection. That’s what I crave most, and it’s why I write.
I’ll be honest—stepping into this space feels a little scary. The internet is filled with “influencers” and “content creators,” and it often feels like a crowded market. But what makes me different is that I’m just here as myself. I won’t compromise my values or voice for the sake of a trend or a paycheck.
If you know me, you know I can talk for hours—to anyone, about anything. So instead of keeping it all bottled up (or overwhelming my friends and family 😅), I’m putting it here. Stories, reflections, and the small, real moments that make up a life.
Thanks for being here. 🤍
You know that feeling when everything seems “fine” on the outside, but something inside just feels… off? That’s where I’ve been lately. And I want to talk about it—not just because I needed to write it out, but because I know I’m not the only one who gets caught in a funk for no clear…
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I would describe myself as a social person. Maybe it’s partly because I’m the oldest child, and my sister was always particularly quiet — I was the one who spoke the most in our family. But it wasn’t until around sixth grade that I started having difficulty keeping friends, as everyone was going through their…
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