Identity Realignment Advisory
I’ve been where you are.
I know exactly what it costs.
I don’t mean in theory. I mean in my own life, with my own money, my own daughter, my own carefully constructed version of myself that stopped fitting long before I admitted it.
The Arc
I grew up learning to disappear into the version of myself other people preferred.
Chunky, Mississippi. Small town. Big expectations about how a woman was supposed to move through the world. I learned early how to read a room, give people what they needed, and keep the parts of myself that didn’t fit neatly out of sight.
I was good at it. I got better. By the time I was building careers and companies and a life that looked exactly right from the outside, the performance was so refined I’d stopped noticing it was one.
I started as a bank teller. I finished as a Senior Vice President of First Horizon. Then I bought twenty-two rental homes on my own account, as an investor, in under two years. After that I founded RentMemphis and grew it fifteenfold in eighteen months, twelve properties to a hundred and eighty, more than a hundred homeowners and five hundred tenants under management, and then I sold it. I spent thirteen years as an Interventional Radiologic Technologist in hospital systems across the American Southeast, working in high-stakes clinical environments where precision wasn’t a preference. It was a requirement.
I built what success was supposed to look like.
I remember the day I knew. I was walking through the house I had bought for my family, through the living room toward the kitchen. The remodel had just been finished. Sunlight was coming through the glassed-in porch at the back and moving across the floor. My daughter was on the couch in the sitting room watching Disney.
I stopped in the middle of the room and watched the light.
No one told me. There was no phone call and no letter. I stood in my own kitchen and I knew I had arrived.
And then I lost most of it.
The collapse was total.
That’s the credential.
The real estate bubble burst and took all twenty-two houses with it.
I can tell you the day, because I spent it with two attorneys. In the morning I sat with a bankruptcy attorney and stopped arguing with what was already true. In the afternoon I filed for divorce. I lost the business and the marriage between one appointment and the next, and I remember standing outside the second office afterward.
It was the bottom of the bucket. There was nowhere further down, and I will tell you honestly that there was relief in that. Everything after it was rebuilding.
Then single motherhood at forty-something, with a nine-year-old daughter and a life in freefall.
I didn’t perform my way through it. I didn’t have enough left to perform. What I had was thirteen years of sobriety, a recovery community that knew how to tell the truth without blowing things up, and a determination to land on my feet without burning down what remained.
I rebuilt. More than once. New industry. New business. A new relationship with myself that I had to earn the hard way, without shortcuts and without the safety net I’d spent decades constructing.
What came out the other side wasn’t a woman who had figured everything out. It was a woman who had stopped waiting until she did.
I wrote about it. Living Without Skin: Everything I Never Knew About Fierce Vulnerability won first place at the Chanticleer International Book Awards. It’s the book I needed and couldn’t find. Many readers say the same thing.
The Practice
I didn’t build this practice from a methodology. I built it from what I lived.
The women I built this for are not in crisis. They’re in a particular kind of quiet. The career is at its peak or winding toward whatever comes next. The finances are stable, and everything external is in order. Something internal has been asking a question they haven’t let themselves answer yet.
I recognize that experience the way you only recognize something you’ve carried yourself. The low-grade fatigue that has nothing to do with how much you slept. The decisions you keep circling without landing. The distance between the life you’re living and the one you actually want, managed so skillfully that most days you forget it’s there.
I see the patterns before they’re named. I name things a woman has never had language for. That naming is often the first relief they’ve felt in years.
My practice is Identity Realignment Advisory. Precise, private advisory work that identifies what’s actually happening in a woman’s identity structure and prescribes a specific path forward. A diagnosis, followed by a direction, held by someone who has walked the terrain.
Spain
At 57, I stopped deferring the life I actually wanted.
I live on the coast of Spain now, beside the Mediterranean, with the love of my life. I finally trusted what I already knew and stopped waiting for the conditions to be perfect before I acted on it.
That decision is not the story I tell to inspire you. It’s the evidence that the realignment is real. I’m teaching a method I actually lived, not studied. I’m living the outcome rather than describing it. The before and after aren’t hypothetical. They’re my actual life, and the sequence is documented, public, and verifiable.
I still get up early. I still read. I still notice the specific kind of exhaustion in a woman who has been capable for too long and started to mistake it for her personality. I still know, the moment a woman walks into a room, what she’s been carrying and what she hasn’t been able to put down.
That hasn’t changed. The view from my desk just got considerably better.
The Realignment
A woman can enter wherever she is.
- What’s Actually Going OnEight questions. Three minutes. No email required. You’re routed to a private audio that names what you’re actually carrying.
- The Realignment LensSix audio episodes, self-paced. Not a course to complete. Something to listen to once, and again when a line lands differently.
- A Different Kind of Retirement PlanA private workshop. It opens with thirty minutes of work you don’t prepare for, and closes with a Personal Direction Summary within twenty-four hours.
- The Diagnostic SessionOne private session. I look at your specific circumstances and name the clearest next step, in writing, within twenty-four hours.
- The Advisory CircleAn ongoing room of ten women, anonymous, with one live session a month with me. Between sessions, the room is the advisor.
- The IntegrationPrivate advisory work, six months or twelve. One advisor, one client, nothing recorded.
The first four are priced and open. The last two are reached by routing, and both begin with a fit confirmation call where the cost is quoted in conversation. Either party may decline, and that is the first honest thing that happens between us.
None of it requires a crisis to begin.
If your insides don’t match your outsides, and you’re done pretending that’s fine, you’re in the right place.
A few things worth knowing
- SVP of Business Marketing, First Horizon Bank. Thirteen years.
- Interventional Radiologic Technologist. Thirteen years across multiple hospital systems, including travel healthcare work throughout the American Southeast.
- Executive Director, Memphis Investors Group. Real estate investor, eighteen years. Twenty-two rental homes purchased personally in under two years, and lost when the housing bubble burst.
- Founder and owner, RentMemphis. Grown fifteenfold in eighteen months, twelve properties to one hundred eighty. One hundred plus homeowners and five hundred plus tenants under management. Built and sold.
- Thirty-one years of continuous sobriety.
- Author, Living Without Skin: Everything I Never Knew About Fierce Vulnerability. First place, Chanticleer International Book Awards, Mind and Spirit category.
- Co-host, The United States of Us podcast with Lori Walpole.
- Based in Almuñécar, Spain. Working privately with clients globally.
