I don’t raise my voice when I can raise my awareness.

But trust me when I say the yelling option is still very much available. I just prefer to save it for when people decide to steamroll over my undeniable sense.

You can call me Rose, but mostly, I’m everyone’s mama.


Before anything else, I am a mother, a creator, and someone who has always felt called to understand life beneath the surface.

I’ve sat with so many people through so many seasons, holding them without judgment, simply offering compassion and presence.

I know I can look intense or intimidating, but trust me I’m gentle to the core.

I’ve lived a lot of life, held a lot of people, survived a lot of storms, and love things and people exactly as they are. So if you find yourself here, relax. I am here to sit with you better or worse, beautiful or messy, and you are safe with me

Once upon a time I was a preschool teacher,
which honestly explains a lot. I spent years calming tiny humans,
reading unspoken emotions, and translating chaos into something everyone could understand.
That skill set never left.
I just apply it to adults now.

I multitask like a woman who’s lived nineteen lives and remembers all of them. I have had to master every language of survival.

I am someone who moves through the world with depth, not because I seek intensity but because that is simply how my mind and heart work.

And underneath all of it, being mama is the part of my life I care about most, everything else I do grows out of that.

For a long time, I thought if I explained myself from every possible angle, people might finally understand me.
Spoiler alert: they most certainly did not.
Some folks could have had a PowerPoint presentation, a TED Talk, and a notarized letter, and they’d still hear whatever storyline they invented in their heads.

And it wasn’t just family…..oh no. The whole cast of my life joined in.
People decided who I was before I even opened my mouth or got to introduce myself.
I could walk into a room saying “hi,” and somehow I am being judged by a monologue I never gave.
You saw it online too. Everyone wanted me to play the character they wrote for me in their imagination.
Half the time I didn’t even know I was contorting myself to fit roles I never auditioned for.

I do not tolerate that anymore.
My clarity and insight is not a group contribution project.
I stand on my own two feet, exactly as I am, and people recognize it instantly.

What I offer, whether through art, words, or energetic work, comes from lived experience. I am not here to impress you, I am here to be real with you. I value honesty, resonance, and connection grounded in mutual respect. My work is an extension of how I see the world in a way that is layered and always searching for what’s true beneath the noise.

If you’re here, it means something in you recognizes the way I move through things, and I’m honored to share a space with anyone who values depth, growth, and authenticity as much as I do.

Everything I do, from my art, my readings, to my insight comes from surviving real life, not floating in a cloud.

I have a tone that does not apologize for being correct.
You’re looking at someone who rebuilt herself so many times she qualifies as historic architecture. I like to get right to the truth, even when someone is trying to hide behind their behavior, and of course that someone has been me too. I believe that once we name what’s real, we can finally talk about it. Truth creates clarity, and clarity creates connection.

I call that compassion.

So all of this to say…

If you don’t get me by now, that’s between you and your imagination.

I don’t rush people into themselves, I sit with them with the hope that they see what I can see…the depth and potential they were always capable of.