I am a dreamer, an artist, a sensitive, joyful soul. Creative expression is my driving force.

For nearly two decades, I worked in the interior design industry, eventually running my own business. A longing to align with my true purpose combined with the Covid shutdown, gave me the space and courage to change course at midlife and go back to school.

Going back to school was not something I had ever believed would be in my trajectory. Although I had done a couple of years of college way back when, I had never finished. Becoming a therapist meant I had to complete my undergraduate degree and earn a Master’s. It was the biggest goal I had ever set for myself. I am the first person in my family to have a graduate-level degree.

My ancestral lineage is that of artists, creatives, mystics, and travelers. A parallel story also exists, of encampments, complex trauma, codependency, deep attachment wounding, parentification, and ultimately survival. We are all much, much more than just one thing. I am familiar with the layers, the nuance, the humor, and the suffering of having a conscious identity in this time, in this place.

Why expressive arts therapy? Because I believe that:

• Creativity creates choice. 

• Having choice increases resiliency. 

• Expressive arts foster self-awareness and relational understanding. 

• Self-awareness is self-care. 

• Imagination is the core of creativity.  

• All people are creative. 

I live in the Bay Area with my husband of 17 years and our dog. I have a beautiful morning ritual of dreamwork, journaling, and meditation that continues to amaze and humble me. I love to draw, paint, do embroidery, roller skate, garden, and watch sweeping historical dramas on PBS.

When we allow ourselves to be led by the creative spirit, we commune with our authentic Self. And in that experience, we contact our source of deepest belonging.