I’m genuinely happy to be here on the Skool App. In a short period of time, I’ve met people from all over the world—people who care deeply, show up for others, and are walking their own caregiver journeys. In that same short time, our community has grown to 52 members, and that number represents something far bigger than a count. It represents connection. I’m excited to begin Bingo—not just as activities, but as simple ways to engage, laugh, reflect, and feel less alone. My hope is that these moments help people pause, connect, and experience encouragement in real time. As an Activity Director, creating activities has always been part of who I am. I find real joy in designing experiences that are fun, meaningful, and accessible. Bringing that heart into this space feels like a natural extension of the work I’ve done for years—only now, it reaches farther than I ever imagined. Here’s the heart of what excites me most: I once helped one person. Now, I’m able to help more. That growth isn’t about scale—it’s about impact. It’s about showing up, listening, and walking alongside others in ways that matter. I truly love being here, and I hope you’ll keep coming back. If this space has helped you, I invite you to let others know. Share how they can experience Mighty Caregivers Coach and find support, encouragement, and practical guidance along their caregiver journey. Thank you for being part of this community. What we’re building together matters.

Have you ever planned a surprise birthday party? There’s a lot more involved than people realize. Coordination. Invitations. Timing. Details. Backup plans. Emotions. Hope. Pressure. Anticipation. Recently, I planned a surprise party on my own. Some guests were traveling from far away. Others were local. My heart was fully invested. I poured creativity into every detail. As the date got closer, I felt excited and proud—I was making sure I had all my ducks in a row. And then… things started to fall apart. People have busy lives. Plans change. Emergencies happen. Travel becomes complicated. Commitments shift. What felt like a perfectly orchestrated plan suddenly began to unravel. I’ll be honest—I didn’t react like my usual self. I got upset. I got mad. I felt overwhelmed. Nothing was going as planned. Suddenly, I had to re-engineer the entire surprise party…without telling the person who was supposed to be surprised. It felt heavy. I felt alone. I felt like no one understood how much effort, emotion, and energy I had poured into making this moment special. I had worked so hard—and it felt like it was all falling apart. I reached out to a friend. Not for solutions at first—just to vent. To breathe. To process. And something beautiful happened. She understood. She helped me gather my thoughts. She helped me think through a new plan. She helped me shift from frustration to creativity. From disappointment to possibility. I picked myself up…and started making lemonade out of lemons. I created a new plan. A new approach. A new way to surprise. And it hit me: Many Mighty Caregivers are planning surprise parties—completely on their own. Coordinating care. Managing schedules. Anticipating needs. Holding emotional weight. Trying to make things meaningful and joyful for the people we love. But doing it solo is exhausting. Looking back, this whole experience would have been easier if I’d had someone helping from the start. Someone who understood logistics. Someone who could share the load. Someone who could steady the wheel when the road got bumpy.

I am starting my Journal with this saying as I feel that it sums up the heart of the experience of a carer, a care taker. I thought I had heard from God - I was using my gifts for God - singing and leading praise and worship as directors of a christian church in Sydney alongside my guitarist husband. I had gone to Uni to become a nurse so that I could "go" with my husband on mission trips to help people with medical outreach. I was working at a cardiac unit for children in Sydney. I had 3 children of my own, I had started a not for profit to provide resources for Solomon Islands community (we were living in Sydney Australia) and I had followed my passion for helping others that led me to service in the Parramatta Lions Club in Sydney as a Director and President. then something shook my world pretty much. My own beautiful mum passed quite suddenly with Pancreatic Cancer. Life is precious. A gift that we are given. Was I where I was meant to be and doing what I should be doing. Then our foster daughter came into our lives. We were approached by the foster agency if we would consider taking in a child that was fully dependent for all cares. We were nurses. We kind of had an idea what was involved. If not us? Who? It was a huge ask. I knew that our life would have to change to cater for this little princess' needs. I replied we need to pray about this. I felt that God asked me to "trust him". When you feel that God says "trust me". what do you do? It has been almost 11 years now and our foster daughter will be 15 this year. till next time... Find me on The Creative Hearts Collective at Skool

After 40 years as a nurse, I help people in their golden years create simple income in retirement, so debt and money stress don’t take away from family, caregiving, or legacy. I am now officially retired as of 12/31/25 11:59. This weekend will be the first that I will not be working.