In astrological readings, I don’t do fluffy predictions or gentle affirmations. I dive into the raw, untamed map of your life, the one that has carried you through sleepless nights, impossible choices, heartbreak, and love that has broken you open.

Motherhood exposes us. It drags us into shadow, shows us who we are when no one’s watching, and forces us to reckon with the parts of ourself we were taught to hide. In an astrological reading, our chart becomes a mirror. The Moon can hold our grief, our story of our mother and ourselves as a mother, or our longing. Saturn can unfold the hard lessons no one warned us about, and expose where we fill limited, restricted, or determined. Pluto drags us into the underworld so we can rise from the ashes and reclaim ourselves.

This isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for the mothers who have loved fiercely, lost deeply, and yet still get up each day, carrying the ordinary and the extraordinary in their bones. Our readings can show you where you’ve been called, where you’ve been broken, and where the wild, untamed, mythic mother you’ve always been is waiting to be remembered.

A reading with me isn’t about telling you who you are or who to be. It’s about stripping away everything the world put upon you, until what’s left is raw, unshakable, and true. The mother the stars knew you were before the world covered you over. Let us lift the cover. Let us find our story.