I’m happy to tell you what you need to know about me.
But I may or may not get to my resume.
(I won’t.)
Because that’s not really why you’re here, is it?
You’re here because something in you is saying, maybe screaming …
… Enough of relationships that leave you drained instead of nourished.
… Enough of trying to be the perfect partner, friend, mother or daughter, while slowly losing track of yourself.
… Enough of wondering if maybe you’re just “too much” or “not enough” (Spoiler Alert: You’re neither. You’re just right, Goldilocks)
If that’s why you’re here, we’re speaking the same language, Sis.
Because I’m not here to keep you politely navigating the relationship hamster wheel.
I’m here to torch the outdated, mass-marketed love framework that conditions women to contort, shrink and silence ourselves in the name of connection.
… The one that treats our full, unedited selves as kryptonite.
I believe love without self-respect isn’t really love.
I believe chemistry on its own isn’t a good enough reason to stick around.
I believe you can be deeply connected to someone without handing over the keys to your identity.
And I believe that the part of you who’s been tagged as “too much” is actually the part that will save you.
I don’t do airy [read: empty] platitudes, just-think-positive pep talks or Instagram memes that seem profound, until you actually put them through your Truth-o-Meter.
And if I ever start using the word “aligned” without explaining exactly what I mean, please stage an intervention.
I’m here for the kind of self-love that’s fierce, grounded and unapologetic.
… The kind that refuses to let you settle for crumbs — or worse, the promise of crumbs.
.. The kind that reminds you of your power to create whatever kind of relationships you can imagine.
Truth Over Comfort
We can’t change what we won’t look at. Even if it stings.
Your Agency
I’m not here to tell you who to be. I’m here to help you see who you are — for yourself — then live into that without apology.
Humor as Fuel
Because sometimes you either laugh at absurdity or cry into a pint of ice cream.
Ethics Over Ego
I run my business and my life without gimmicks, manipulations or bait-and-switch games.
You don’t need my full autobiography to know whether we’d work well together.
What you do need is to know that I’ve been exactly where you are.
Repeating the same destructive patterns with every new love interest.
Hoping the next “right person” could fix it all for me.
I learned the hard way that the relationship I most need to nurture is the one with myself.
And once I did, I realized this isn’t just about me.
It’s about blowing a hole in the system that convinces women that we’re not worthy unless we’re serving others over ourselves.
At Love Renegade, I help women like you stop relying on others to define you, to live your life from a place of radical self-respect.
… And to never again apologize for being exactly who you are.
If that sounds like your kind of rebellion,
you’re in the right place.
I’m a teacher and a healer, at heart and of experience.
For 20 years, I was a Doctor of Chiropractic in private practice until I retired in 2015.
There were so many things I loved about being a chiropractor.
I loved seeing my patients healing themselves right before my eyes.
I loved knowing that I had a role in their healing.
But most of all, I loved (and always will) the foundational tenets of chiropractic.
All matter is energy.
As integrated beings, we are innately intelligent.
Our bodies will self-regulate and maintain radiant health, when innate intelligence can fully express itself in the absence of interference.
Today, those tenets — with a twist — still guide my work. (Wait! That could be a little chiropractic pun.)
Through a reproduceable process that began percolating decades ago with my own experience, I teach women how to heal themselves — and thus their relationships — through self-love.
… To craft the kinds of love experiences that light them up inside.
… By helping them discover and remove whatever interferes with their fullest, most authentic self-expression, on the levels of spirit, thought and action.
I found an important key to the universe when I was around 8 years old, as my dad guided me through fixing my flat bike tire. (He believed in teaching a girl to fish — both figuratively and literally.)
Wow! Did I ever feel powerful. … Like I could do anything.
That was one of the first seeds that ultimately grew into this understanding:
I can choose and create for myself
what my own adventure will be.
I love gardening, making magic mud pies (some call it ceramic art) and walking with my dogs, Augie and Huck. (We sometimes invite Not the Mama or other friends along.)
Though I’ve never lived in the Rocky Mountains, I’m always homesick for them.
I’m kinda snarky in that irreverent kind of way. But I’ve never been able to be intentionally unkind. (Yes, from time to time I’ve tried. Call me human.)
I hold a special place in my heart for people who are kind to all living things, and who groan at puns but secretly love them.