After 31 years in veterinary medicine, my body was ready to throw in the towel, and my heart was itching for a new adventure. One stormy afternoon in Dahlonega, I was camped out on my front porch, coffee in hand, my husband Gene sipping his nearby, as a thunderstorm threw a wild tantrum. Rain pounded the roof like it was trying to steal the spotlight, and lightning cracked the sky with electric flair. It was chaos, and I was all in—the perfect spark for the restless storm in my soul. I needed a new path, one that would lift my family to the life I’d always dreamed of while helping others chase their own stories.
Dahlonega’s my sanctuary, where the North Georgia mountains fuel my spirit. I live for hiking trails that weave through forests so vibrant they hum, sometimes with Gene and our two German Shepherds, Riot and Havoc, tagging along. I love lazily tubing down the Chestatee River, drifting with the current, sun warming my face. I cap those days sipping wine at vineyards nestled in the rolling hills, toasting to this life I’m building. These mountains ground me, ignite my sense of wonder, and keep me chasing what matters. They’re why I’m here, why I’m driven to help my clients weave their dreams into this same magic.
As the storm roared, my mind flicked to buying our Dahlonega home. Our Realtor had been a gem—sharp, honest, and warm, she turned a maze of paperwork into a clear path. That memory hit like a lightning bolt. Heart racing, I turned to Gene, rain still pounding, and called her. Did she love it? Was it worth it? Her passion for real estate—helping people shape their futures—set a fire in me. That was my cue.
I dove into real estate like I was blazing a new trail. Studied like a fiend, earned my license, and poured my mountain-charged energy into this new quest. Now, as a Realtor, I wake up every day driven to help my clients craft their own epic stories. Buying or selling a home isn’t just a deal—it’s a chapter where dreams take root, goals come alive, and new beginnings unfold. I listen to their hopes—a couple dreaming of a cozy cabin to start a family, a retiree aiming to downsize for a simpler life—and fight for their vision with the same grit I bring to a steep hike. I guide them with steady hands, making their journey smooth and their story shine, with Gene cheering me on from the sidelines.
At my core, I’m an advocate—always have been, always will be. Real estate’s my way to live that out, helping clients find their place in these mountains while I keep hiking misty trails, floating down the Chestatee, and toasting to life at Dahlonega’s vineyards. These mountains are my why, and I’m here to help my clients find theirs.
