The second of four children, I grew up in a small country town in Ohio, where fond memories were created and early childhood bonds were forged. I attended Western Carolina University, University of North Carolina in Asheville, and Heriot Watt University in Edinburgh, Scotland and have a PhD in International Business. I have lived in multiple states as well as in Africa.

A lifetime lover of the written word, my favorite pastime activity is research and writing on just about any subject. I always enjoy learning and exploring new ideas as well as questioning old ones.  

In addition to writing, I love to explore, I am veteran of the US Army, enjoy carpentry,  bicycling, paddle boarding and traveling off the beaten path.

My greatest love is my awesome children and beautiful grandchildren where, when I am with them, I am most happy.

As spiritual beings, to give our lives meaning we are each called to discover our own higher purpose. To do that we must look within ourselves, to the very core of who we truly are, and explore our spiritual and religious beliefs, traditions, the knowledge we’ve gained, and habits that have been nurtured through time, beginning with those who went before us.

By understanding how the lives of those who lived before us actually contribute to our own experience, we gain a profound opportunity to transform our own lives into a more meaningful reflection of our authentic selves. But when there are silent wounds that have been passed on to us, that process can be daunting and nearly impossible.

Sometimes people suffer injuries that are so deep and profound that to survive the trauma, they turn it into something more manageable. That is when rituals and rules go up, tantrums and rage develop, depression and anxiety join with blame, and many other destructive behaviors develop. All of those behaviors are grief based and are designed to keep victims safe from an overwhelming truth, which then stays with them as silent wounds. Although the actual trauma is rarely shared, the pain and injury of it is passed down through those protective behaviors and attitudes and so become a generational trauma.

Generational trauma can be identified by recognizing those behaviors and/or beliefs which have been passed down and taught, often times for many generations, which impair our ability to enjoy a meaningful and productive life while also allowing others to do the same, free from prejudices, judgement, aggression or violence, or shame. The unvarnished truth and understanding are critical in the healing process.

Using my unique gifts, I have dedicated my life to exploring how to rip the veil of shame and secrecy off of generational traumas. By combining the special gift of speaking to people who lived and died, then validating the details of those lives through rigorous research and documentation, I have gained a deep insight into identifying generational wounds that are misunderstood and unrelatable to the current generations who still carry the scars.  

We now live at a time when society is just beginning to recognize a vast generational trauma that has remained an open wound that has been festering for hundreds of years. We are struggling with not only who we are but also with the truths of how we got here. At a time when millions of individuals were enslaved, dissolved into beasts of burden, history was being documented, without regard for the truth, by the very people who enslaved them. Now, the lies and secrets of the past are causing our nation to convulse with rage and despair. Racism and intolerance of others festers at our core as we struggle to eradicate the tendrils of hate and pain that were woven through society so long ago.

Though the process of exposure is uncomfortable, we are always guided towards completion and healing and so have a natural bias towards truth. Anything less than that is unacceptable. Truth, even if shocking or difficult, is still freeing. By learning the truths of our history with compassion and clarity, supported by undeniable facts, we can finally understand and release the connection to unhealthy ties of pain which bind us and block our growth, allowing us hope, healing, and resolution to knit our communities back together.

My gifts have always been a part of me and although I was aware of them at a very young age, I didn’t understand that everyone didn’t also have them until I was older. Using them, I have worked with law enforcement, helping to bring violent criminals to justice, as well as worked with individuals seeking resolution and clarity regarding the loss of loved ones under unusual circumstances. I was lauded by the Sons of the American Revolution as being the only researcher since its inception in 1889 who has been able to prove a line of descendancy from William Dove, a patriot of the American Revolution, who was the grandchild of Mary Dove, the subject of my book SOLD! I have worked privately with many individuals suffering from inexplicable depression, self-esteem issues, shame, anger, and other grief and trauma-based conditions in order to help them find peace and be able to move forward.

For years I have been working with certain women who suffered through slavery. Each of these women were strong in their own way, clinging on to hope, standing firm in their faith, believing in the bonds of family, and leaning into the words of wisdom passed on to them by their elders. Though each woman had her own unique experience, together their lives reflect the commonality of what life was truly like for the millions of individuals who were also enslaved. After hearing their stories and then applying rigorous and exacting research to document the specific details and events, I pass them on in a series of books I have named The Legacy Series featuring the life stories of Mary Dove in SOLD!,  Mary Queen in Mary Queen A Legacy of Freedom, and Mary Davies and Rose in A Betrayal of Freedom.

Working with these women in this way has allowed me to share their true experiences from a perspective that is empathically authentic to reveal the uncomfortable truth of the magnitude of lasting and ongoing damage that was wrought to our society during a time in history which has become a vast generational trauma. I pray that my work offers an opportunity for truth and understanding so that we can begin to heal.

     Although Maharani Narayan, known as Mary Dove, or Malaga Moll, lived a life of tragedy, she was an incredible woman who stood in strength through every aspect and event in her life.  Playful as a child in the sheltered world of the palace of Koch Behar, India, she had a deep and enduring connection to who she was through her faith and deeply rooted family ties which endured not only throughout her life, but for centuries beyond.  While I do not consider myself a medium, it is true that I do on occasion interact with beings who have died.  This is in fact how I got to know Mary Dove and was able to bring her story back to life through SOLD!

   While doing research for a friend on his family line, I ran across the name William Dove who as a small child had been freed by the courts of Craven County, North Carolina through an action brought about by his grandmother, Mary Dove.  While interesting, I did not continue to dig into that particular story, however it wasn’t too much later that, as I was preparing for bed, a woman appeared in my room.  Looking her over suspiciously, I questioned, “Who are you and why are you dressed that way?”  To say she was beautiful would be a vast under statement as she gently smiled and introduced herself as Mary Dove and told me that she wanted me to tell her story. 

   Her descendants, the people born of her flesh and blood, eternally connected through the links of time and circumstance, have all forgotten who they are.  None of them know that wound into the very fiber of their existence is the first maharaja Chandran.  They do not understand that the very freedom which they walk in every day was born upon the back of strength, faith, courage and endurance.  They do not understand that because of those fibers, woven into the fabric of their DNA, they can, and should, walk with pride in the knowledge of who they are.  All this was so important to Mary that she simply could not move on until her message had been relayed.

   And so it was agreed upon that Mary would show me her life and I would commit it to the written word.  It was a long and tedious process that took years to complete.  Mary helped me to stand in her shoes, witnessing her life events and all that they entailed.  Once I had written down what I had seen, I then got busy researching.  Being a skeptic, and knowing that the facts would be scrutinized, I tediously verified and documented each and every detail to be sure they were consistent with the historical facts. 

   Then came Mary Queen, formerly known as Wajeeha Narayan. We first met her while in the harem in Chapter 1 of SOLD!  When the Narayan women were taken transferred to the pirate ship, she was brutally violated. We did not hear from her again and presumed her to be dead until she reappears in MARY QUEEN A LEGACY OF FREEDOM where she leaps back to life to tell how she defied the fates and embraced the life as she found it to live as a free woman of color under the power of who she was and who she could become. 

   For me writing these life stories was as close to time traveling as a person could get.  Often times I spent the greatest part of my day walking in the late 1600s and early to mid 1700s.  I found the transition between the two worlds shocking and an assault to my senses.  At one point as I was grabbing a bottle of cold water out of the refrigerator, I stopped in amazement.  Opening and shutting the door in awe, I then turned to the faucet and put my hands under the cool water which so readily flowed through my outstretched fingers.  Then I changed the water to hot and just stood in full appreciation.  But I also found the transition to be very difficult at times.  Today’s world is loud and busy with planes flying overhead, trains in the distance and even the hum of electricity.  People are much more on the move, being able to jump in the car, and chatter is everywhere.  Television, phones, music, appliances.  Sometimes it was too much for me.

   Then there were the people whom I got to know and love.  There were others who came forward to help us in getting their stories down, and of course others who would not.  But of those who did, I grew to love them with acceptance. 

   There was also great pain and grief.  When through the process individuals times of death came, I grieved.  When they suffered and then, ultimately, died, I grieved with intensity.  When I am reminded me that they have been dead for over 300 years and I exclaim, “Not for me!  For me, she died just last night!” and I felt it wholly.  When violence was committed, I recoiled with horror and was filled with impotent outrage, committing it to writing being my sole inadequate offer of solace. 

   I also got to share in life’s joyous events, though admittedly there were certainly not enough for their lifetimes.  The birth of their children, the small daily chatter, and of course love.  I laughed and I looked forward to my daily time with them. 

   In fact I miss these people and the process that will hopefully bring them alive for my readers.  I hope that by making their stories public, they will find peace and be able to move forward. I pray that my books land into the hands of all of these women's descendants and that by reading it they more fully understand the richness of their heritage and walk with extra pride in the knowledge of it.  I also pray for all of us  to understand that who we are is more than just strands of DNA.  We carry within us habits born of necessity, beliefs passed through generations, traditions from distant cultures and knowledge nurtured though time.  It is all those things woven together which truly make us who we are as unique and special individuals.  As with each of us, who we are has already been determined, it is what we choose to become that gives our lives its deepest meaning.

Yes! I am currently working on completing the forth book titled, DESTINIES DIVIDED, which follows the unique life of the woman who became known as Margaret Lloyd. Born royalty, sold into slavery, married into prosperity, widowed into desperation before she was brutally murdered. Her children were divided into two seperate families. One, became a servant and her children were later claimed as slaves. The other a wealthy socialite whos children became the forefathers of our country.

Based in New Bern, NC, I provide a safe and supportive environment for individuals to explore their hopes, dreams, and aspirations, and then use my gifts as well as practical real world exercises to help them to free themselves from the entanglement of trauma. Working together one-on-one in a unique approach to release those connections to unhealthy ties of pain which bind and block growth, individuals are able to move towards completion and wholeness.