When I see flowers, I always think of my father.

As a young girl, my father always photographed me in the garden. I find such calm and peace immersed in a sea of blooms. He always tended to his garden of life with the utmost grace, love and presence. He was tender in his approach.

Just like in life, when you plant a seed and watch it grow there is immense pride and accomplishment that comes with the process. I hope that the seed of love my father planted in my heart and soul continues to flourish as I support various causes and charities.

I’m a storyteller for a living, but what drives me in everyday life is giving back. Being of service to others and spreading inspiration, hope, and love fulfills me.

I’m beyond thankful for the life that I have. I’m even more grateful for the sweet memories of my father that remind me to keep going and to help as many people as I can in the world.