My innate curiosity opened my eyes and ears to a life of endless possibilities.

I’m a child with roots in the midwest and a heart called to serve the world.

An academic who left the hustle once her daughter started to say “put the phone down mommy”.

A mother who decided to bring the ivory tower expertise to the streets so moms everywhere can thrive.

My happy place is listening to my daughter play, with a black coffee in my hand, and my bare toes in the grass.

My story is proof that asking critical questions, saying yes to the unknown, and not being intimidated by what feels uncomfortable will lead you to discover your greatest purpose.


I became an entrepreneur when I realized a life spent hustling from 5am to 10pm no longer served me. I was a single mom, working fulltime while growing a side hustle between daycare drop offs and nighttime routines. I knew there had to be an easier way. So I decided the best way to show myself, and my daughter, that all my experience was valuable was invest in myself. Pump the Bump, Sweaty Mommy Survival, and EDG Streamline all feed my soul and offer a unique connection with the families and family-friendly brands I serve.

Self Service


Academic Service

After receiving both my bachelor’s and master’s degree in Human Development and Family Science from The Ohio State University, I stayed at Ohio State to develop a state-wide curriculum to address adolescent behaviors, manage evidence-based research, and train thousands of stakeholders.

I transferred to Johns Hopkins University to serve as Chief of Staff of the School of Education (SOE). I oversaw the redevelopment of a under-served Baltimore neighborhood, the Middle East, including building the first early childhood center attached to a K-8 school and community amenities. I not only managed construction but ultimately served as interim director of the early childhood center. I also aided in reorganization of SOE administration and served as interim director of admissions.


International Service

As a teenager I wanted to be in the Peace Corps but I let people talk me out of it. To make up for one of my greatest regrets, I started to teaching undergraduate courses and taking students abroad. I started the first university-wide International Service-Learning initiative at Ohio State. I also took students to Honduras, Nicaragua, Kenya, Ireland and Mexico along with working with the Office of International Affairs to organize short-term and long-term service programs for the university.


Community Service

Immersion in communities I live in and visit routinely has given me so much appreciation for people’s stories. From fundraising and traveling to an Honduran HIV/AIDS orphanage for 5+ years, to managing multiple community gardens, to organizing multiple 5k races, I’ve seen how the human spirit comes alone in all kinds of environments.

When I turned 40, I made a pledge to myself…

I was going to OWN MY AGE!

I have led a beautiful mess of a life. I experienced a life path that looks incredibly different than the life I wrote out for myself as a child:

  • Work as a teacher.

  • Marry an architect (so he could design a customized home)

  • Have 3 children- Samantha, Joseph, and Alexandria (I had a thing for names that could have gender-neutral nicknames)

  • Live in a big house with a dog

Not joke. My photographic memory allows me to recall the piece of paper that dream was penciled on. However, by the age of 40 life had gifted me:

  • Work as an Executive Assistant for a real estate development firm (after supervising after a previous career supervising teachers)

  • Single (was the architect of my own home)

  • Have 1 child named Lillian (thanks to a “geriatric pregnancy”)

  • Live in a downtown Baltimore, MD rowhome with no pets (that I bought for $1)

My life was filled with left turns that I never saw coming.

I realized it was time to surrender to what was asked of me. I began to accept “nothing just happens” and all of my experiences were right turns in disguise.

All of these experiences built resiliency in me!

I committed to make decisions by asking myself.. “can it bring me more joy?”. Even if it requires short-term disruption or uncomfortableness, will a greater joy be on the other side. If YES - then BRING IT ON!

Since June 2018, I sold my rowhome in Maryland, moved my daughter and I to Ohio, rented a 1 bedroom apartment, and took the nest egg from my home sale to chase my business dreams. It may not look like it on the outside, but I spark joy in my life and others ever single day.

The most common question I get about my life story is “how do you know how to do that?”.

My answer? I have no F’ing clue but I figure it out.

That’s what a combination of stubbornness, intuition, and enough life experience of overcoming obstacles has taught me. Everything has an acceptable solution if it’s important enough to resolve and I truly want closer.

And I’ve overcome a pretty solid list of obstacles in 40 years.

Some of these obstacles were very public like the death of my father when I was 15 years old. Between the alcoholism and depression, he was so lost that he died of his second heart attack at age 53. My grief process unfolded out in the open for my family and friends to see and because everyone knew what was happening they could step in and support me.

But most of the obstacles I experienced were covered with secrets, denial, manipulation, and even abuse by people I trusted.

These obstacles require a completely separate set of skills to move forward and find closure with. I choose to not give the situations more space in my story than they deserve and more power over my well-being.

What I will give power to are the angels and the “universe winks” who appeared in my life during those challenging times. The solutions I didn’t see coming and I had no part in creating. The people who saved me from making choices that I would regret, straying from my core values, or getting lost down a path like my father.

These stories bring me joy when I share them. They keep me from getting anxious in tough times by showing me what I am capable of. They give me patience to know a solution is coming if I don’t rush the process.

I look forward to sharing them with you as I embark on my journey with you. I am a truth teller and an open book so get ready!

My personal and professional portfolios are filled with experiences and stories that create a crumb trail.

I dreamed of being a teacher because I wanted to work with children. As a child of the 80’s, that meant adults taught me I had 2 options- a teacher or a librarian. So that’s what I assumed was possible.

Until one summer when I was in early elementary school. I was laying in my backyard bored out of my mind because my family was busy, no one was available to play with, and there were no community spaces within walking distance to my house to go to. I vividly remember dreaming about our neighborhood having a community pool and what it would take to make it happen. I thought if our community could rally together we could design it, build it, and manage it. I knew we’d have to organize ourselves so I came up with a team name- FCBC: For the Community, By the Community.

As an aside, my family does not have a history of organizing or community work and the only resources I could turn to for information was the outdated, print Encyclopedia Britannica.

No, the community did not get a pool. It might have been possible but the adults in my world didn’t help me find out. They didn’t help me think through all the critical details it would take to not just build it but maintain it. They didn’t help me gather information so I could pursue the idea OR come to my on conclusion that it’s a bigger project than I really wanted. Honestly, they probably could have kept me busy that entire summer with planning, drawing, etc. but instead I imagine the idea was talked about passively for only a few minutes.

I still remember the moment I created FCBC so vividly. I mean down to details of where I laying in my yard and the feeling of sunshine on my face. Why does this moment stick when SO MANY other childhood memories with far more significance have disappeared? I have yet to know exactly why but I do recall it opening my mind to ways I could work with children beyond a classroom and library.

I feel like my journey is a crumb trail getting me to the answer.