Your Bullshit-Free Coach
I'm Jennifer - your spiritual sidekick, midwife of your personal power, and guide for your soul-deep transformation. I help you uncover the real you.
Not the buttoned-up version you perform for the world —
the real, raw, radiant version that’s been waiting under all the “shoulds" and "supposed tos".
I blend science + soul.
Tough love + tenderness.
Real talk + deep transformation.
You bring your truth.
The parts you’ve hidden.
The ache you’ve silenced.
You show up raw, real, and ready to go — even if you’re scared — and we'll do this together.
This is about remembering who the hell you are.
or "just-getting-by."
You were built for full-spectrum, sovereign-as-hell living.
I ended up here because my life — the one I worked so hard to build — cracked wide open. And I learned ALL the lessons through every one of the rebuilds. And how.
From the outside, everything looked fine. Better than fine.
I was leading sales teams at a great company. I loved my job. I was checking all the boxes.
I’d already made it through one divorce — the aptly-named “Starter Marriage” I did because I thought I was supposed to get married. I told myself I was stronger for it.
I was in a lot of ways… but I didn’t realize how much was left to learn. Or how much fire I still had to walk through in my life.
The second divorce?
That one wrecked me in all new ways.
If you’ve ever been married to an alcoholic, I’m sorry that you know — without me having to say more.
My nervous system was already fried from living in that volatile. Then there was an... incident.
There was a gun.
There was a SWAT team.
You know…
just your average Tuesday in suburbia.
I sat across from a therapist a few weeks after that incident and said,
“I’m fine. I just thought it would be good to talk through what happened.”
She blinked.
“Jen. That was a very traumatic experience.”
“I’m fine!” I said again, meaning it.
Her response?
“My biggest concern is that you actually do think you’re fine.”
And I wasn’t fine. Not even close.
I loved him.
And I had to leave. It wasn’t safe for me to stay.
It was the easiest decision in the world… and the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
See, I didn’t end up here because I read a self-help book and thought coaching sounded fun.
People often ask, “Have you ever been married?” And I catch them off guard with: “Once or twice.
Cue the double-take.
My Origin Story
The real edge. That one final decision you could make: stay or go?
A still voice within made the decision for me: "STAY. But shit has to be different from now on"
I didn’t know how, but I was going to figure out how the hell things had gotten so bad inside that I was questioning that final exit, stage left. I was going to learn. I was determined to heal. I was going to RISE no matter what it took.
(Phoenix metaphors may be cliché but they're used for a reason: they’re f*cking accurate.)
So I did the work.
And then I did more.
And then I kept going.
One step at a time.
One choice at a time.
One messy, sacred, sobbing, surrendered, sovereign day at a time.
Healing. Learning. Unlearning.
Falling down. Getting back up.
Finding the tools that actually work.
And integrating every single lesson — even the ones that broke me open to the bone.
And slowly… I rose.
Clearer. Stronger.
More sovereign than I ever imagined.
Now I teach what I lived.
This isn’t about fixing your life overnight.
It’s about remembering who you are —
and leading yourself home to a life that finally feels like yours.
I developed my own unhealthy relationship with alcohol. I went on prescription meds — first for depression and then for anxiety (mixing those two substances is a *terrible* idea, for the record).
Eventually, I added an eating disorder to the mix — my desperate attempt to control something, anything, when everything else felt like chaos.
So when a tall, dark stranger sat next to me on a plane and then proceeded to court me like an old-school gentleman…I fell hard. I thought he was my reward for everything I'd been through.
Spoiler alert: This did not turn out well.
"And the award for “Understatement of the Year” goes to…."
So the third time my life cracked open?
That was the full-blown reckoning.
The real dark night of the soul.
Things got dark. Super dark. THE darkest.
And the wildest part?
No one around me really knew. I was still smiling. Still showing up. Still crushing it at work.
Later, people said, “Wow… we had no idea.”
Of course not.
Because so many of us are walking around like that — killing it on the outside, while quietly unraveling inside.
So that THIRD cracking open? That THIRD time my life blew apart? *That* reckoning?
That one brought me to the edge.
Because It’s not about chasing some
“perfect” version of yourself.
It’s not about becoming "someone new".
It’s about shedding the layers that were never yours —
and reclaiming the fire that always was.
To live from your soul.
To stand in your one-in-eight-billion sovereign truth.
That's...
Courage to Rise
After I left him, I was just trying to survive in the wreckage of the life we'd been building. Everything hurt. So I did what I could to stop feeling anything.
you rise as the whole damn fire
"It's okay if you fall down and lose your spark.
Just make sure that when you get back up
—Colette Werden
"
Meditation; Heart coherence;
Remembering I can choose my thoughts;
Moving my body — weights, yoga, long walks, the occasional dance break;
And being infinitely grateful for the privilege of being human in this wild, sacred 3D ride.
daily rituals
Deep in a book on brains, energy, or the cosmos;
Snuggled up with my fur babies and my man (10/10 worth the wait);
Talking to backyard birds & bunnies like they’re old friends;
Working on 16 projects at once (#ThatManiGenLife), probably from the couch — introvert heaven.
YOU CAN FIND ME:
Dogma;
Bullshit;
Spiritual bypassing;
Victim vibes;
Hate dressed up as “values”; Anything that denies sovereign human rights to anyone.
Full. Fucking. Stop.; Driving slow in the zoom-zoom lane.
I'm NOT ABOUT:
Strong coffee;
Books that crack you open; Truth, even when it stings;
Laughing at damn near everything; Limitless human potential; Divine Love, the All in All: call it God, the Universe, Source, or Consciousness — it’s same-same; the sacred art of a well-placed F-bomb.
I BELIEVE IN:
Now that you’ve seen the fire I walked through...
Let’s talk about the fun stuff.
What makes me laugh, cry (the good kind), sparkle...
and swear like your favorite spicy auntie.
to my cat yell at me because I’m clearly trying to starve him. And probably an Audiobook.
listening:
cheese. definitely cheese.
CRAVING:
six books at once. my house is a library. What? I don't have a problem.
READING:
so much water. still. sparkling. all of it.
DRINKING:
an educational course - one of the 5,000 I've purchased
watching:
Currently
truffle fries
going out
running
flats
introvert
sweet
superman
Clothing store
Dog
regular fries
staying in
weights
heels
extrovert
savory
batman
bookstore
Cat
Where I stand on the
super important stuff.
This That
or
My Favorite Things
I love classic rock: Crosby, Stills, & Nash; Bruce Springsteen; the Eagles…usually playing on repeat
my happy place!
I was an English major & I’m obsessed with words and books…so.many.books 📚
I have a love affair with my morning coffee ☕️
My Favorite Things
McConnell's Sea Salt Caramel Ice Cream
(yes, I will take down a pint at a time)
Cheese & Avocado. Together. Separately. Whatever. (I’d probably eat a roofing shingle if you slapped avocado and cheese on it.)
The work I do with my clients. It seriously lights me up and fulfills me so deeply.