I was born late. Really. Like, a whole month late. I was originally due on Halloween of 1993, but waited to enter this world until November’s full moon and total lunar eclipse on November 29th at 3:09am, just after the turn of the witching hour. I made it here while the sun was in fiery Sagittarius, the moon in curious Gemini, with a rising sign of the balanced Libra.

I grew up just south of Louisville, Kentucky in a smaller town where I always felt a little out of place, yet deeply connected to the natural world around me. Cloudy skies, ancient trees, and whispers carried on the wind have always felt more like home than anything else. That sense of something deeper has guided me for as long as I can remember.

Today, I’m a death doula, artist, witch, maker, and devoted cat mom. In my spare time, I’m likely photographing the clouds, sipping coffee, or debating Bigfoot theories with a straight face and a Mulder-level belief in the strange.

I’m a spoonie — chronically ill, as well as late-diagnosed neurodivergent, constantly measuring what’s left of my energy in spoons.

Through DEATHCRAFT, I guide others in reclaiming death as a sacred, natural part of life. I believe that when we confront our mortality, we learn how to live more honestly, more fully, and more meaningfully.

Whether it’s through hair, deathwork, writing, or art, my mission is to honor the liminal, embrace what makes us different, and leave a little more magic behind than I found.