I’m not you average massage therapist.

I don’t offer massage as a luxury.

My work is a living prayer—rooted in the wisdom of my ancestors, guided by Creator, shaped by my mothering, my scholarship, and my ability to walk between realms.

I center the care of BIPOC, queer, trans, and neurodivergent clients. The ones doing the invisible labor of holding families, movements, and futures.

I am the mother of mothers. The channel. The witness. The one who holds while others unravel.