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Who is ..
, the youngest in a family where love and togetherness filled every corner of our single-family home. My parents, married now for 45 years, raised me alongside my sister and three brothers. Because of the age gap, my sister and eldest brother were already in different stages of life, while my other two brothers and I shared the adventures of childhood more closely. My sister’s daughters, my nieces; were close in age to me, one even the same age. We grew up like sisters, and to this day she’s still one of the closest people in my life. Time has carried us forward, and now I’m not only a wife but also a great-aunt, watching another generation grow up before my eyes.
Childhood was adventure at its finest. We didn’t have the internet or smartphones to keep us indoors, this was the 90’s and our playground was the world outside. My dad, the handiest man I know besides my husband, built us a treehouse, a basketball court, and even set up a trampoline in the backyard. My brothers and I rode bikes until the streetlights came on, climbed trees, went fishing, and sometimes tested our courage on the roof of the house. When we moved west to Miramar around the age of seven, our backyard opened up to a lake where we’d fish, feed the ducks, and dream about taking the canoe out, though somehow we never did. Both homes gave us memories that still warm me today; memories of family, fun, and the beauty of simple joys.​
If you’ve made it this far, settle in,this isn’t just another “About Me.”If my life were written as a story, I’d say it began with laughter drifting through the streets of Carol City, Miami. I was born on December 4, 1990
Now, here’s the twist, I wasn’t just the “sweet baby of the family.” I had a fighter’s spirit. And I mean literally. Growing up, I had no problem humbling the boys on the block or even in church, when they got too full of themselves. I wasn’t out looking for trouble, but I sure wasn’t about to back down from it either. Don’t worry, those days are behind me now (unless you count play-wrestling with my husband, which I still find hilarious). Looking back, it makes me smile, but it also reminds me of something deeper: God planted that fire in me early on. The courage to stand firm. These days, that fight shows up in better ways: in perseverance, in prayer, and in holding tightly to my faith.
Now, life looks different, but it’s even more beautiful. I have an amazing husband who makes life fun and steady, and I’m surrounded by a supportive family that continues to be my anchor. God is shaping my calling as a writer and speaker, and I’ve especially grown a heart for working with youth. I see myself in them; the energy, the searching, the questions and I want them to know they don’t have to go through life lost or alone. With Christ as their foundation, they can build lives filled with meaning, direction, and hope.
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" I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain." - Philip. 1:20-21
High school was its own chapter. I loved fashion and became known for my style, but deeper than the clothes and popularity was my love for storytelling. I carried disposable cameras everywhere, capturing moments long before social media made it popular. That passion for freezing life in photos, videos, and words has never left me; it’s part of how I process the world and share pieces of my story.
So here I am today, a woman shaped by memories of the past, guided by the Word of God and eager to use every gift He’s given me to point others back to Him. My story is still being written but the pages so far tell a tale of grace, family, faith, and a God who has never once let go.
