When I'm not chasing after my little tornados, August and Ellis, you'll likely find me whipping up sensory-friendly snacks or dreaming up new adventures - all while passionately advocating for autism acceptance.

For over a decade, I served families as a compassionate care nurse and patient advocate in home healthcare and hospice settings. Helping others feel heard, supported, and cared for feels ingrained in my DNA.

Like many of you, my path to parenthood was a winding road full of unexpected twists and turns. When my son August was diagnosed with autism at age 3, I felt a mix of grief, relief, and determination. As his little personality blossomed, so did a million new questions and challenges.

The meltdowns, the societal judgments, the constant advocacy - there were days I didn't think I could go on. But then I'd see August light up during a sensory integration session or hear Ellis gleefully echoing his brother's stims, and I'd remember why I'll never stop fighting for them.

Those first few years of parenting a neurodivergent child were some of the darkest, but also most profoundly beautiful of my life. Every hard-won milestone, every small victory danced with pure magic. It's a journey that has deepened my empathy, resilience, and understanding of what really matters.

Now, I'm on a mission to help other parents and families find that magic amidst the chaos. To celebrate the unique strengths of their neurodivergent loved ones. And to provide the compassionate guidance I craved in those early years - so that you never have to walk this path alone.