I was born in New Orleans in the beautiful Garden District among the live oaks and the Spanish moss. When people talk to me about New Orleans, they always ask about the food or the music or that big party we have every year. But what I always remember are the colors. Without even thinking about it, I can picture the candy pink houses in the French Quarter, the wrought iron painted so deep a green to be almost black, the lemon yellow hibiscus in a courtyard.

Now, though I am happily settled in the Pacific Northwest where my husband and I are raising our family and chasing our dog, every time I sit down to paint, I am back in New Orleans. The colors of the Garden District, the French Quarter, and the Faubourg Marigny seem to leak out of my memories and onto my paper. But it took me a very long time to figure out how to manage my art and my family and all the things. My quirky brain seemed to have a really hard time getting started, and an even harder time finishing.

Once I discovered that I had ADHD, so many things began to make sense. Since then, I have been on a long journey towards growing into my neurodivergence. I don’t want to crush my ADHD. I want to nurture the strengths of my differently wired brain while managing my challenges so I can navigate a world that wasn’t made for me. Now that I’ve opened my coaching practice, I’m grabbing some friends for the road and coaching them towards the same goals: acceptance, growth, and joy.

Meet the fam ↓