But I didn’t always know I would end up here.

Years ago, my husband, David, and I moved to Paris. I remember packing my suitcases with granola bars from America because I couldn’t find the ones I was used to buying at home. Looking back, those granola bars make me smile, because I had no idea how much living in France would change the way I thought about food.

Life in France introduced me to a different relationship with food. People sat down. They lingered. They ate real, simple food. They cooked, enjoyed it and made time for it.

After ten years in France, I came home with a lot fewer granola bars—and a much greater appreciation for whole foods, home-cooked meals and the simple act of slowing down.

Along the way, my interest in health became much more personal. When David was just 39 years old, he had a heart attack.

That experience changed our family—and changed the way I thought about health. I wanted to understand more, so I began asking questions, reading, learning and paying closer attention to the connection between what we eat, how we live and how we feel.

That curiosity eventually grew into a passion.

For most of my adult life, my greatest calling has been being a mom to our two children, Weston and Caroline. As they grew older and became more independent, I began asking myself: What am I being called to do next?

The answer kept leading me back to nutrition—and to something that has always been a part of who I am: encouraging others.

I love being in someone’s corner. I wanted this next chapter of my life to be spent doing something meaningful, helping people believe that positive change is possible. So I followed that calling and became a certified Nutritional Therapy Practitioner (NTP).