I’m a creator, a collector, and a curator of life’s beautiful imperfections. I make things—block prints, bread, quilts, paintings, and unruly gardens—and I’m drawn to the handmade, the slightly wonky, the unusual, and the organic. 

My story began on a ranch in Big Sur, California, where I was born and raised among llamas, peacocks, goats, and wildflowers. Our home was filled with wooden shelves stacked with books and walls crowded with art. It was a charmed childhood—running naked in sprinklers, hiding in the hollows of redwoods—but like any life, it was also flawed and messy.  

I was shaped by two extraordinary grandmothers. One was a fiercely independent immigrant who lived in an aviary filled with parrots, listened to Edith Piaf records, and taught me how to listen, communicate without words, and create. The other was an adventurous feminist who escaped her traditional upbringing to paint, study architecture, and live the bohemian dream in coastal California. She instilled in me the value of education, the courage to raise my hand, and the refusal to let anyone tell me I couldn’t do something.  

I studied in the Bay Area at UC Berkeley and Cal State East Bay, and I built a career as a clinician, working in various clinics and organizations before starting my own private practice. But curiosity called, and I answered. I packed up my San Francisco apartment and moved to Australia. Then Italy. Then France. Now, I daydream about Japan and Singapore. I’m a traveler who’s afraid of flying—but I’ll never let it stop me. I keep booking the tickets.    

I specialize in working with intelligent, creative, uncommon people—expats, dreamers who can’t sleep, bohemians stuck in business suits, brokenhearted romantics, and anyone who might feel like they have woken up in the wrong life or next to the wrong person.

You don't have to go through any of this alone. I can help you find your way and start to feel like yourself again.