For nearly two decades, I built a beautiful life around achievement.

I spent my career in Silicon Valley leading global partnerships and building brands, while also building a life around love, caregiving, responsibility, and other people's needs and expectations.

By most standards, I had everything I was supposed to want. And in many ways, I loved the life I had created.

But somewhere along the way, I had disappeared from the center of it.

After moving my family from California to a small village outside Vienna, I discovered that the real journey wasn't across an ocean, but home to myself.

What followed was not an escape or a reinvention, but a gradual process of learning to build a life around joy, creativity, intuition, and aliveness—and discovering that the only way to truly feel at home in the life I had was to belong to myself first.

I am the author of Me, A Name I Call Myself, a literary memoir set against the backdrop of life abroad in Austria. Through stories of motherhood, marriage, creativity, grief, friendship, and the ordinary passage of time, my work explores what it means to inhabit our lives more fully.

Since moving to Austria, I've chronicled expatriate motherhood and the creative life through my Substack, Lilith Pond, where I write about the sacred hidden inside the ordinary.

I'm currently developing a television adaptation of my memoir and building a body of work devoted to the questions that continue to shape my life: love, creativity, motherhood, friendship, aging, and belonging.