At 46, I paused long enough to trace the road behind me—and realized just how much I’ve built, burned, and rebuilt again. This isn’t a resume—it’s a reflection. One part grit, one part story, all real. And maybe it’ll inspire you to write yours too.

I thought I was tough—until motherhood showed me a whole new kind of strength. From natural birth to teenage chaos, this is a raw look at what it means to weather the storm, hold the line, and keep showing up. Especially when it's hard.