I grew up in a big family first on the Southshore of Long Island and then later in Southeast Florida.  Our home was a lovingly loud and beautiful mix of love, laughter, and clashing personalities. Being part of a family of nine children is amazingly fun and in some ways painful in its chaotic disorder.  I was and continue to be so very grateful for being part of the family I was born into. It’s taken me many years and personal work to discover the fullness of who I am and where I came from and to appreciate the journey.

I’ve always loved reading a good story. I guess partly because I was always a bit of a dreamer. I loved how stories could transport me away from my reality into a realm that felt almost magical. Stories have done that for me so many times in my life. So, I thought to myself, how about I allow my own story to transform me and to take me to places that my dreams are made of. After all, who knows my story and my dreams better than me.

Writing this blog is really one woman’s journey to continue finding herself through her own story.  Sharing my truth and my emotions through words. One of the things I’ve figured out is that I not only love reading a good story but, I also love writing one as well. Through the art of storytelling, I’m continuing to take an honest and loving look at myself and my lineage so that I can live a more vibrant and fully present life.

 Publishing them here is my way of inviting you to walk with me on an exploration of this life’s teachings through

Storytelling as Medicine.