I am a wife, a mom to Tyler and Tristan, and a devoted servant to our dog Mylo — who has absolutely no idea he is not in charge of this household.
I came to the United States as a preteen from the Caribbean, which means I have spent most of my life learning how to belong in spaces that were not originally built with me in mind. I am a creative at my core. I love music of almost every kind, I write poetry, I make art, I craft. I love a good belly laugh, and God saw fit to give me a husband and two sons with wicked senses of humor, which means I am rarely short of one.
I have also been a woman in ministry for over twenty years. I have been a pastor's wife, a women's ministry leader, a preacher, a counselor, a shepherd, and every variation of the one who holds it together that you can imagine. I have led through seasons of genuine fruit and through seasons that nearly broke me. I have sat in rooms where my presence was welcomed and rooms where it was merely tolerated. I have given at the expense of my own family, my own health, my own sense of self — and I have had to find my way back from that.
This site is everything I only wish had existed when I started out in ministry.
What I wished I had known
I wish someone had told me that the slow drift away from God doesn't always look like sin. Sometimes it looks like service. Sometimes it looks like a packed calendar and a good reputation and a smile that says “I'm fine” when nothing about you is fine.
I wish someone had told me that the version of Eve I inherited — the cautionary tale, the one responsible for the world's downfall — was an incomplete theology. That the real story of Genesis 3 is not a story about a woman who ruined everything. It is a story about a God who came looking for her after her mistake.
I wish someone had taken the time to teach me how to be still with God in the chaos of ministry — that having healthy boundaries was not selfish, and that working in ministry is not supposed to be all-consuming. This is why I am building this space.
Who this is for
This site is for the woman who loves God and is quietly drowning.
She is the minister or the pastor's wife who feels invisible inside the very calling she gave her life to. She looks capable to everyone around her — and she is — but she is constantly being pulled under the surface by expectations, betrayals, exhaustion, and the theological loneliness of leading others toward a wholeness she is getting further and further away from for herself.
She is the woman who has gotten completely lost inside her roles. Mom. Employee. Business owner. Carpool sports mom. Wife. Caretaker. Chronically ill and still showing up. She has a desire to thrive in life, but she feels lost and exhausted by its demands.
She is the woman of color who carries all of the above and also navigates microaggressions and gaslighting in the world and in the church, which has led her to sometimes doubt her own experiences. She has learned to make herself palatable in faith spaces that were not designed with her story in mind, and has been quietly shrinking ever since.
She wants to be seen. She wants to thrive. She is not sure those two things are allowed to coexist in the spaces she belongs to. They are. She just needs somewhere that tells her the truth.
The theology behind all of it
Garden Living is the process of recovering what was always true: You bear God's image. You carry divine purpose. You were built for deep, life-giving relationship. The garden is where you remember who you are. Whole, known, and free.
It is an invitation back to your created self — the one He called good before the world, the church, or anyone else interrupted His message.
This site is built on that theology. Every post, every devotional, every conversation in this community grows from that single seed.
How this space is organized
The Shepherd's Table is for women in ministry — honest, no-performance conversations about what it costs to lead: the joys, the victories, and the challenges.
Still Waters is for the everyday woman of faith.
A Table Prepared is a community for Black and Brown women of faith navigating spaces that were not built with their full story in mind. Named from Psalm 23:5 — “thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies” — because that is exactly what it can feel like. And because God prepared that table anyway.
You found this place for a reason
Whatever you are carrying today — the weight of the calling, the exhaustion of the roles, the loneliness of feeling unseen in the very spaces that are supposed to see you — you do not have to keep carrying it alone.
The garden is open. God is already in it.
And He has been looking for you.