Music has always been the quiet place where my heart learns to speak. It’s where grief softens, faith rises, and the pieces of my life begin to form their own melody. Every note I sing carries the memory of where I’ve been — the warmth of my Caribbean roots, the strength of my womanhood, and the sacred lessons love has carved into my spirit.

Stepping into jazz has felt like coming home to myself. Its freedom, its vulnerability, its truth — all of it mirrors the way I live and the way I create. My sound blends the legacy of my culture with the softness and honesty of my lived experiences, creating music that feels both timeless and tender.

My husband, Rory, believed in this voice long before the world ever heard it. His encouragement still lives in every lyric I write, in every breath I take behind the mic. Music is one of the ways I keep him close — a conversation across time, a promise that love doesn’t end, it transforms.

This journey isn’t just about rhythm or performance. It’s about healing, honoring, and offering something real. My hope is that when people hear my music, they feel seen… held… and reminded that their own stories are worth singing, too.