Hey there, 

I’m Whitney. I haven’t always been this smiley. I haven’t always been so optimistic… 

About 15 years ago I decided to start naturopathic medical school to learn as much as I could about natural health in order to help people feel better. I loved that my visits with patients were longer. That I had the time to LISTEN to ALL of their problems. I loved that I could pair my love of nature with health care. I was also given the opportunity to work on the pediatric intern shift in my last year of school. I have always loved working with kids.  

During my time at naturopathic college I distinctly remember listening to a radio show while getting ready to study for yet another exam. They were talking about the ACEs Study – ACE stands for Adverse Childhood Experiences. This list of bad stuff that happens during childhood dramatically changes the course of children’s lives, their long-term health and ultimately their survival.   

I was in shock, what could I do? 

I was in shock.   

What could I do?? 

Little did I realize that this would deeply affect my own family… my own children.  

8 years ago, only a month after I was married to Steve, my sister, Beth suddenly passed away. I was heartbroken, I was shocked, I was grieving.  

Beth had a difficult childhood. It wasn’t all roses and sunshine like we hope a carefree childhood would be. She ultimately had some mental health and addiction struggles. And I couldn’t save my big sister. 

4 years later the unthinkable happened again.  

When my first daughter was 2.5 and my second was only 3 months old, my husband Steve, died suddenly of a heart attack. There was no warning. I was the one who found him. He was alone with the kids only for a few minutes. It was quick and painless. But there was nothing that could be done.   

My future was shattered. 

I’ve never before felt so cold, so in shock, so numb, so foggy, so lost. I couldn’t look ahead more than a moment. My future was shattered. I remember a couple days after he died, I wanted to take my newborn and run away from all of it. To avoid the Celebration of Life planned for Steve. To avoid all the sad eyes and “I’m sorry’s.” I wanted none of it. I wanted him back. That’s the only thing I wanted.  

Slowly, I started to get back on my feet with the help of my amazing friends, family, clients and co-workers.   

Slowly, I started to get curious about who I was, what I wanted for myself and my girls since we couldn’t have what we really wanted…Steve back.  

 I discovered my resilience. I discovered my strength. I discovered my smile again.  

 What I know for sure is that sometimes life is really hard and it sucks. I know that bad stuff is going to happen in your life. I know that bad stuff is going to happen to your kids. It’s not fair, it just is.  

My own children have lost their dad. I can never make that ok again. But I have to learn to help them through their lifelong grief as it pops up.  

It’s my mission to help prevent those ACEs, those adverse childhood events, the bad stuff that could happen to any one of our children.  

It’s my mission to help build healthy, happy and hearty kids who will grow up to change the world.  

It’s my mission to help these kids be OK no matter what life throws at them.  

And it starts with you… mom. 

And it starts with you… mom. It’s my mission to share with you everything I learn through my Facebook page, through my Facebook Group and on Instagram.

I want to meet with you, speak with you, laugh and cry with you. Join me for my live events so we can learn together.

And I want to work with you.

I’ve been working with families for over a decade and continually want to know how I can do it better; how I can be a better doctor, coach, mentor AND a mom.

Your kids have got ONE childhood. You’ve got ONE shot to do this right. The way YOU want to do it.

I want to work with you to be the mom of their dreams and the woman of yours. Let’s chat in a Supermom Clarity Call and make a plan for you to be their hero.

I’m here for you. Because you don’t have to do this alone.

Talk soon,
Whitney