I was born and raised in Minnesota. Lots of moving. My mom and dad were divorced when I was just a toddler. I had a sister a year younger. Too young to remember as much as I did.​

Subsequently, and because of my mom’s next marriage, not so great males entered my life. I both watched & suffered abuse in that time. I did everything I could to protect my little sister, making sure that I was the one who was “chosen."

I loved her so much.

Even with such heavy burden for just a little girl, I had a passion for creation.

​When I went through the collection of items my mom had stashed away from my childhood, I found paintings, pictures, stories and little books I’d written, including one about horses and the little girl who loved them.

But I wasn’t.

And no one bothered to ask what was really bothering me so I never went back.

Ever since I can remember, I loved everybody I came into contact with.

I always carried a warm smile for others I came in contact with. I made sure others around me felt comfortable, even while they were making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Never wanting to even hurt a single creature, I made friends with even spiders, ants, butterflies... all the creatures coming in from outside, throughout my life, and especially during the hard and lonely times when no people could be found.

Just me and nature, with creatures who were free. And in their freedom, I’d find hope for my own bondage.

Emancipated at 17, when I had become pregnant, I had my first daughter 10 days after I graduated from high school. Though I lived across town and had to drive 40 minutes every morning to get there, I fulfilled my credits and made sure I wouldn’t become a “drop out.”

I was learning to be a mom in a tiny house on a junkyard, catching mice that seemed to appear faster than I could keep up with them. Life felt overwhelming at times, but my boyfriend and I were doing the best we could with our too-early, adult situation.

And, a little baby like this, changed my boyfriend. He became very possessive over his daughter and mean to me. He didn’t even want me to take her out f the house, dress her in anything but her pajamas, telling me I only wanted to dress her up to “parade” her around the mall with my friends.

This relationship became emotionally and physically abusive towards me, so after a couple years together, I ended it.

Living my life become a continuous battle, fighting myself, my existance, and my past childhood abuse.

As my babies played on the kitchen floor below me, I'd contemplate the knife I was using to prepare my dinner, and wonder if I could use it to cut myself open, if the pain would just bleed out of me...

Knowing this was not what I ultimately wanted, I sought answers and began to ask for help.

I found the Lord and buried myself deep into the Bible. I read it over and over again until it was a part of me. The promises. The redemption. The forgiveness. The love.

Through that, I became devoted to intercessory prayer.

I prayed for myself, for others, and for things of which I had no clue. And I do recall asking God to do something great with me, vowing to serve Him in my life...

A repayment to Him, for saving me from mine.

That foundation would catapult me into a lifestyle I could have never dreamed of. And when I say that, when I say, asking God to use you for the good of humanity, it is not a pretty picture or path that lies before you…

Because humanity can be pretty ugly, as I learned early on.

During the latter time of my first marriage, I began writing what became my first book, Tiffany Twisted. Needing to release the pain I carried from childhood, I sat myself down and wrote for 12 hours straight.

I wasn’t sure what I was writing, or what I should do with it, until I pulled out of my driveway one day.

My neighbor, across the street, lived on a large lot and was outside, cutting her grass. As I backed out my driveway, I felt or, I heard, God say, “Stop and ask her if she’s an editor.”

It was the strangest thing, and felt a bit embarrassing to ask a stranger something like this, but I know what I heard.

​So I obeyed.

She answered, “Yes, I am, and my husband’s a publisher, we own a publishing company.”

I told her about my writing and she said to bring it by. When I dropped it off at her door, she said they will get back to me in a couple weeks.

The next day, there was a knock at my door, I opened it, and it was her, she said, “We will publish your book.”

My husband thought it was stupid. He didn’t like anything about me by this point. Wanted his party girl back. I mean who did I think I was? Something special, he asked.

After 10 years of marriage, I found out my husband had cheated years before. We decided to separate after I became friends with a male entertainer I met on a night out with his sister. I didn’t think a friendship was cheating but I became emotionally involved with the man.

While my husband and I were separated, I became pregnant. And, the man, who wasn’t my husband, didn’t want children so I had a big decision to make.

I ended up divorcing my husband and having the baby, but only by God’s intervention and was married to the baby’s father a few months later.

My second marriage lasted 17 years and we raised our son together, along with my other children.

While I was pregnant, I wrote my book Some Dance - Hey Bartender, Give Me A Decade Of Marriage On The Rocks, A Therapist Straight Up And A Fantasy Guy With A Twist (May 2005 by et al Publishing) and also developed interest in writing screenplays so I studied all I could find and even attended a condensed version of film school in LA after a psychic told me I’d write a very famous one someday. Still waiting on that, I think.

During those first couple years of my 2nd marriage, I worked hard toward some success with my books, thinking that was the way my life would go. (God told me when I was nine years old. I would be an author, so that’s what I was going to be.)

One season, I spent time on calls with Oprah’s producers.

They liked my book, Tiffany Twisted, and were considering it for a redemption show on overcoming childhood abuse, but, because of my inexperience and being equity published, even while winning a Minnesota Independent Publishing award, my publisher would not be able to handle the volume it would require to continue on that course, so it couldn’t turn out well to be exposed like that. I was honored to even be considered.

The Some Dance book, I felt like I had some acclaim when a television show wanted to do an episode on it. Because of this, I rushed the finishing of that book, which I regret. My story was featured in the Style Network television series Diary of an Affair. The episode, titled "Tiffany Twist," aired on May 6, 2005.

At the same time,  There were other television producers reaching out on another project, because at this time, I discovered hair extensions and started wearing various products. I became pretty frustrated with many factors, including the length of wear, how they looked, how they blended. I was frustrated with the damage that they were causing in my hair and even my daughter’s hair.

Since I was a mom to a little one all over again, I used a lot of my time to experiment with other products and ideas for getting hair extensions in myself. The very first ideas for a soft bond started around 2005/2006.

Once I had something sort-of working, I began to share it with others in online message boards. There were producers who took notice and I started talking with producers for Montel Williams, (did not appear) and another with Rachael Ray, and that segment aired sometime around 2006, I think, and was just a product feature.

So, while this project was gaining attention, I was still battling every issue in the development of it and worked tirelessly to resolve each one that came to me.

This went on for years and eventually I would fix those problems and apply for the patent for the method I had developed. Since this would have required disclosure, I chose to protect the formula I created as a trade secret instead.