ABOUT

I grew up, met my prince charming, moved into a castle, and lived happily ever after. The End.

Just kidding! Here’s how it really went down….

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A small-town girl at heart,

I was raised on an 80-acre farm in rural America.

My hometown had one four-way stop sign and 400 people,

much less than the average block in New York, the city I called home for the last 14 years.

New York is where my feisty heroine story begins

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NYC broke me, but it also made me stronger

In the spring of 2021, I was completely burnt out. My job in mental health at schools had become overwhelming, my friendships were shifting as people moved away or started families, and I found myself stuck in a toxic relationship with an ex who resurfaced at the beginning of the pandemic. I thought, “What harm could it do? Better than being alone, right?” But instead of finding solace, I was just unhappy and felt trapped.

Desperate to break free, I tried everything to get out of my funk. I explored new career paths, taking classes in UX design, instructional design, and even the wine industry. I finally broke up with my boyfriend, realizing he was part of the problem, not the solution.

The last attempt to change my life was moving halfway across the world for a different job in education. It seemed easier than a complete career change. Surprise! It didn’t work out, and three months later, I was back in NYC, feeling defeated.

That’s when it hit me: changing cities, careers, or my relationship status wasn’t enough. The real change had to come from within. I needed to stop waiting for someone or something to save me. No one and nothing was coming. It was up to me.

Even though I was scared, I did what any normal person would do in this situation—I bought a superhero cape and mask on Amazon. When the package arrived, I put them on over my t-shirt and granny panties, stood at my desk in my 298-square-foot apartment, and began writing.

And there you have it, The Feisty Heroine was born.

Feisty - courageous, determined, resilient, independent, justice-oriented, gritty, strong-willed (aka stubborn) ;) 

Heroine - The female version of the word hero. A woman who is admired for her courage and personal qualities; the lead character of a story.

(**It’s an actual word in the dictionary, so let’s start using it!)

My dream is to connect with like-minded badass women and build a supportive community for those striving to be the heroines of their lives.

The bottom line is YOU are the most important project you will ever be assigned in this life. Stop putting yourself at the bottom of your to-do list. It’s time for you to put on your cape and fly! 

I’m so glad you are here! Join us! 

This project was born out of my own struggle to find a supportive environment as a divorced and childfree woman in my 40’s. My hope with this project is to start changing the narrative around what women’s lives “should” look like by a certain age

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WHAT IS

THE FEISTY HEROINE?

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