Ms. Elizabeth - Everyone's Favorite Auntie!

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At 4 years old, I was standing on my Grandma's coffee table (her "stage"), singing songs to her. The coffee table never recovered, and honestly, neither did I. My Grandma didn't just tolerate my performances — she championed them. Grandma saw something in me: that my voice was meant to reach people, move people, and maybe even change people. That feeling of making people smile and forget their troubles for a few minutes? I was hooked.

As a military brat and we moved yearly, I went to 13 schools in 12 years. I was shy, trying to figure out who I was supposed to be. But music never left me. At 16, I learned to play guitar. I was this introverted girl with big dreams and a voice that wanted to be heard. As an adult and parent, my after-hours hobby was singing and performing with bands, learning to read a room and engage a crowd.

I've survived divorce, narcissism, DV, and single parenthood. Those years taught me how it feels when someone tries to take your voice, your worth, your very sense of self.. But here's what they don't tell you about being knocked down: You can choose to stay there, or you can rise up. And honey, I rose. 

Like a Phoenix from the ashes — messy, imperfect me. I transformed those lessons into wisdom, finally shared my voice. Others took my story, tailored it to help repair their own wounds, and discovered their own path forward. Turns out, broken voices singing together create the most beautiful harmony.