Homes I’ve Loved

These are homes I’ve lived in and loved. Each one changed slowly, one project at a time, while life happened in the background: kids growing up, weeknight dinners, school projects spread across the kitchen table. Rooms were painted, and sometimes repainted a few weeks later. Spaces were redesigned as our needs changed, always within the budget we had. When it was time to move on, each home was left better than when I found it, and the new owners could feel that.

Along the way, these homes taught me how thoughtful design and smart decisions can leave a lasting impression. There’s a feeling you get when you walk into the right room, and that feeling is what I’m always trying to capture. To me, a home should tell a story. I want to walk through your house and know who you are before we’ve ever met.


Valley Road - Cherokee Park

Here’s where it started >>

Growing up in Nashville, I always loved Cherokee Park. Homes there rarely come up for sale, and when they do, they go quickly. When I heard this one was coming soon, I drove straight over and called the agent, who let me in while it was still being staged. It felt out of reach, and I knew it would be a stretch. But it was my dream house in my dream neighborhood, and we found a way to make it work.

I thought this house would fix everything. It didn’t, but it gave me something better. It expanded the way I saw myself, stretched my design abilities further than I ever expected, and brought me a close circle of friends, especially during the long days at home during Covid. I never got to finish everything I had planned, because life had other ideas. But I’m proud of what this home became, and forever grateful for what it taught me.


Howard Avenue - Inglewood

Here’s where it started >>

I was 24, with a brand-new baby, when we bought this house. It was new construction on the “cool” side of town, and I pictured Pilates, coffee, and dinners out with friends. Real life looked different. Within a few years I had three little ones, I was finishing my college degree, and as a military spouse I was often parenting on my own.

It was a house with hard moments, but it was also full of joy: first steps, first words, and a community of friends I made through the neighborhood and the group fitness classes I taught at the YMCA. It’s where I decided to get my real estate license, without knowing where it would take me.

Design-wise, this home took many shapes before it landed here. I was trying things on and learning what I loved, and what I didn’t. You can still see pieces of me in it, even though my style has grown a lot since.


Still Spring Ridge - Bellevue

Here’s where it started >>

This was the first home that was truly mine, and I’m still proud of that.

After my divorce, I moved to Bellevue, a little farther from town but closer to my family and the support system I needed more than ever. It was never meant to be forever. For a little over two years, I was busy being a single mom to three busy kids, so I didn’t get to put as much of a stamp on it as I would have liked. Still, there were a few projects here I was proud of.

It’s also where my husband and I started dating, and the house we came home to after getting married and becoming a family of eight. It was a season of constant transition, all of it good, though not all of it easy.