Meet Amelia

I Hope We Become Friends

Licensed therapist. Mom Coach. Mother of ten, all grown. Someone who's lived this work long before ever teaching it to anyone else.

Where It Started

Three Generations of Women

My grandmother didn't choose her marriage. It was arranged for her, in a time and place where women simply didn't get to choose. From what one cousin has told me, she spent hours at church — not just out of faith, but because it was the one place she'd always wanted to be. She'd wanted to become a nun. Instead, she became a wife and a mother in a life that wasn't hers to pick, and by that account, she wasn't always present for the children she did have.

Hurt people hurt people. My mother grew up in that absence. Then, at just 26 years old, pregnant with me, she lost her mother altogether — not just the grief of losing her, but the grief of never having had a mother who was truly attentive to her needs in the first place. I carry my grandmother's name because of that loss, a name that's held both her memory and my mother's grief for my whole life.

None of us chose what was handed to us. But I get to choose what I hand down. That's what It Ends With Me actually means — not that the pain never touched this family, but that it doesn't have to keep moving forward unspoken.

A vintage photo of Amelia's grandmother's family

My grandmother's family. A story I didn't live, but still carry.

Amelia embracing her mother, tearful, at her mother's 85th birthday

My mother's 85th birthday. Forgiveness didn't come from forgetting what happened. It came from finally seeing where it started.

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Kids, All Grown

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Generations of This Story

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Decision to End It Here

“You weren't given a manual either. But you get to decide what gets written next.”

A Few More Things About Me

Beyond the Work

Licensed therapist. Mom Coach. Proud Costa Rican — pura vida isn't a saying to me, it's home. Ten kids, all grown, and somehow still not enough seats at the table for every holiday. One doodle, Scarlett, who thinks she's people. Board Chair, Childhood Matters. A Southern California beach girl who's happiest barefoot in the sand. Always reading something. Still believes the best conversations happen over coffee with a real friend, not a screen.

Amelia with her six daughters

My six daughters. Because I did this work, they get to raise their own children differently — not just in theory, but because they watched me do it.

Amelia as mother of the bride, wine glass in hand
Amelia's dog at the lake

Why This Isn't Therapy

You Don't Need to Be in Crisis to Be Here

I'm still a licensed therapist, and I hold that work close. But the women I coach aren't in crisis. They're capable, often thriving on paper — they've just noticed a pattern repeating, and they're done letting it run on autopilot. This work is coaching: forward-facing, practical, built around a method, not a diagnosis. You bring the willingness. I bring the path.

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