There’s something sacred about the word Mom.
Not just the biological title—but the weight, the warmth, the wisdom that comes with it.
I’ve given birth to three beautiful children, yes. But I’ve raised far more.
There’s a whole tribe of young people—some still in school, some raising children of their own—who call me “Mom” or “Auntie.” Not by blood, but by bond. Not by obligation, but by trust. And I don’t take that lightly.
If I could build a house shaped like a shoe just to hold every child, every teen, every grown adult who’s needed a safe place to land, I would. In a heartbeat. And it would be solar-powered and code-compliant.
Because at my core, I’m not just in the business of buildings.
I’m in the business of becoming.
Of guiding. Teaching. Loving. Uplifting.
I build people, so they can build community.
Whether I’m in steel-toe boots walking raw land or sitting across from a young woman unsure how to price her first service, I’m doing the same work:
Mothering. Mentoring. Multiplying.
And that’s the real foundation.
Yes, I run multiple companies in the construction and development world. Yes, I create real estate opportunities, profitable ventures, and smart investments. But more than anything, I’m driven by purpose. And that purpose is people.
I have a deep passion for teaching entrepreneurship—not just the fancy stuff with pitch decks and funnels, but the gritty, roll-up-your-sleeves kind that creates real income and real impact. I also love pouring into young people through trade skills—because I know that a welding torch, a hammer, or a pair of safety goggles can open the same doors that a college degree can.
Maybe even more.
We don’t just need more workers.
We need more visionaries. More builders. More people who know that shaping a future starts with shaping people.
So call me Mom the Builder.
Because I’m here to raise businesses, babies, and blueprints—with love, with legacy, and with a whole lot of holy guidance.
There’s room in this house for you, too.
Always.