Lori smiling in a floral halter top leaning forward on a director's chair

    Hey, I'm LoriHey, I'm Lori

    I'm a Certified Neuro-Identity Evolution® (NIE) Practitioner, and I'm currently completing my Grief Coaching certification with David Kessler.

    Most importantly, I'm a mom of three boys. They've been my greatest gifts, my greatest teachers, and the reason I've learned so much about myself. The work I'm doing today is deeply rooted in what they've taught me about love, life, and the way we show up for the people who matter most.

    I know what it's like to feel helpless when your child is struggling. To keep searching for the next answer because giving up isn't an option.

    But here's what I didn't recognize back then.

    I was so focused on trying to help my children that I wasn't paying attention to how my own patterns, reactions, and unresolved baggage were affecting the way I showed up for them.

    I loved my boys fiercely. But that didn't mean I always got it right.

    I've made mistakes. Big ones. Things I wish I could go back and do differently.

    I can't change the past. But I can share what I've learned.

    I'm not here to tell you how to raise your children or pretend I have all the answers.

    I'm the person who went first and came back with notes.

    Lori on her wedding day in a lace gown and fur wrap standing with her three sons

    I've lived my worst day.

    A day I fought so hard to prevent. A day every parent says they could never survive.

    In 2020, my middle son, JT, died by suicide.

    I spent years doing everything I could to help him. Searching for answers, fighting for support, and trying desperately to prevent the very thing that happened. And when it did, my world shattered.

    It took me more than three years after losing JT to really begin looking at myself and the things I needed to work on. And even then, I was only dipping my toes into my own healing.

    But somewhere along the way, something in me began to soften.

    I started recognizing the patterns, reactions, and behaviors I wished I'd understood sooner. The woulda, coulda, shoulda. The words I wish I'd chosen differently. The things I wish I could go back and do over.

    I can't go back and change any of it.

    But I still have two boys here, and life has blessed me with grandbabies, a husband, stepchildren, and so much love.

    I want to show up differently for all of them.

    Not just because of what I've lost, but because of everything I still have.

    That realization changed the direction of my life. I began doing the work to understand myself, heal my own wounds, and take responsibility for how I show up for the people I love.

    And that's why I do this work today. I want to help people wake up to their own lives before it takes their worst day to do it.

    Lori smiling warmly in a heathered blush pink sleeveless knit top

    THE NEXT CHAPTER

    Popping my shame bubble.

    I spent 19 years running a screen printing and embroidery business. What started as a side gig while I was a stay-at-home mom eventually became my full-time career after my divorce. I originally started working from home because JT kept getting kicked out of daycare. I needed flexibility to be there for my boys. And when I became a single mom, I needed that business to support us.

    Over the years, that little business grew. But somewhere along the way, I lost my passion for what I was doing. I wasn't doing the work I loved anymore. I was managing employees, solving problems, and feeling like I was constantly paying people to do jobs I ended up doing myself. And looking back, I can recognize that I was part of the problem.

    I was also carrying a tremendous amount of grief and doing my best to push it down just to get through the day.

    I hired a business coach, started exploring breathwork, attending moon events and healing retreats, and questioning what I actually wanted from my life. Because the truth was, I wasn't happy. And I still didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up.

    For as long as I can remember, I'd heard the same things.

    "Why can't you just stick with something?"

    "You're always changing things."

    "You're never happy."

    I can still hear my mom in my head, like Charlie Brown's teacher, telling me to find another job before quitting the one I had. And my husband? "I'm not moving that chair again."

    I laugh about it now, but those comments had become part of the story I believed about myself. I was always coming up with ideas, starting projects, rearranging things, and looking for better ways to do something. And when something excited me, I wanted to do it NOW.

    Then I discovered Human Design. I learned that within Human Design, I'm considered a 3/5 Manifesting Generator. Multipassionate. Someone who moves quickly when something excites her and learns through experimentation.

    And something shifted. For the first time, I started looking at those parts of myself differently. I called it popping my shame bubble.

    Instead of constantly judging myself for not operating the way other people thought I should, I started learning to understand myself. That experience opened the door to deeper self-exploration and eventually the work I'm doing today.

    Understanding yourself changes your relationship with yourself.

    And that changes how you show up for the people around you.

    Lori looking at her phone in a pink sleeveless top and wide-leg denim pants

    And all those pivots?
    They brought me here.Welcome to Hey Lori.

    For years, I thought I needed to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Turns out, I needed to figure out who I was first.

    Every experience, every wrong turn, every new idea, and every pivot has brought me to where I am today.

    I'm still learning, still evolving, and still figuring things out. But now I'm building something around the work that has changed my relationship with myself and how I show up for the people I love.

    And I want to help other women do the same.

    Especially the moms who are so busy trying to help everyone else that they've forgotten about themselves.

    Because here's what I wish I'd understood sooner:

    The best way to help your children is to heal your own shit.