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About Me
I’m a proud mother of two wonderful girls, Cecelia and Frances, who attend Hudson Public Schools. My husband and I met in college, and together we’ve built a life here in Hudson with our two beloved pets. We moved to this community seven years ago, returning to my Northeast Ohio roots.
I have been a Family Nurse Practitioner for the past 11 years — a profession that reflects my deep commitment to caring for others. Service has always been a guiding value in my life. Now that my daughters are of school age, I’m ready to give back to the community that has given so much to our family by serving as a candidate for Hudson City Council At-Large.
Why I'm Running For Hudson City Council
On January 7, 2024, we woke up and headed to visit my grandfather in the hospital. On the way home to Hudson, we stopped at Yours Truly — one of our family’s weekly staples. Over pancakes and coffee, we chatted excitedly about the year ahead, especially about hosting a cousin’s pool party at our new backyard pool.
We returned home that afternoon, pulling into our driveway that’s when everything changed. Our phones and watches suddenly went off — the Ring alarm system alerted us: “Smoke detected. Fire detected.” We could see the smoke through the office window. Without hesitation, my husband ran inside through the garage. I stood frozen outside, frantically calling 911. In my panic, I couldn’t even say our address. All I could think about was our puppy, Finn, who was crated upstairs.
My instinct was to go in through the front door. I pushed myself 15 feet into the house — up to the first landing of the stairs — only to be forced back by suffocating, black smoke. I could not take a breath. I ran back outside and called 911 again, then rushed my daughters to a neighbor’s house so they wouldn’t see what was unfolding.
What I didn’t know was that I had passed my husband on the stairs. He had crawled on his stomach through the smoke, up to our bedroom where Finn’s crate was. In those desperate moments, he opened the crate, but Finn — terrified by the blaring alarms and dense smoke — had escaped inside the room. My husband made the agonizing decision to save himself, barely escaping the flames. To this day, I still do not know how he made it out alive.
For the next 12 agonizing minutes, I called 911 two more times, pleading for help as we stood helplessly outside, watching our home — our life — being consumed by fire. My husband stood at the front door, calling for Finn to somehow come out. Everything we worked and built a life on — gone before our eyes.
Neighbors gathered, bringing us blankets, wrapping their arms around us as we watched in horror. I will never forget the look on the first police officer’s face — pure heartbreak, knowing he too could do nothing in that moment.
My instinct was to go in through the front door. I pushed myself 15 feet into the house — up to the first landing of the stairs — only to be forced back by suffocating, black smoke. I could not take a breath. I ran back outside and called 911 again, then rushed my daughters to a neighbor’s house so they wouldn’t see what was unfolding.
What I didn’t know was that I had passed my husband on the stairs. He had crawled on his stomach through the smoke, up to our bedroom where Finn’s crate was. In those desperate moments, he opened the crate, but Finn — terrified by the blaring alarms and dense smoke — had escaped inside the room. My husband made the agonizing decision to save himself, barely escaping the flames. To this day, I still do not know how he made it out alive.
For the next 12 agonizing minutes, I called 911 two more times, pleading for help as we stood helplessly outside, watching our home — our life — being consumed by fire. My husband stood at the front door, calling for Finn to somehow come out. Everything we worked an built a life on — gone before our eyes.
Neighbors gathered, bringing us blankets, wrapping their arms around us as we watched in horror. I will never forget the look on the first police officer’s face — pure heartbreak, knowing he too could do nothing in that moment.
Over the next five days, my husband returned to the rubble, sifting through ash and debris with close friends, desperately trying to find Finn and salvage what little we could.
The guilt and grief he carried from that day is something no one should ever have to bear.
The weeks that followed were a blur of phone calls, insurance claims, school notifications, replacing lost medications, and buying simple things we take for granted — even a pair of contact lenses. But through that darkness, one thing stood out...
OUR COMMUNITY.
That very night, friends and neighbors brought our daughters pajamas, backpacks, clothes, shoes. Gift cards arrived for food and supplies.
The outpouring continued in the days ahead — from friends, family, my children’s schools, our co-workers, our church, and neighbors we barely knew. This incredible support is why we chose to rebuild and remain in Hudson. We moved to Atterbury and, along the way, made lifelong friends we now call family.
In the months that followed, I visited our fire station and saw with my own eyes what many don’t realize — a building with crumbling foundations, lacking basic resources. Our firefighters don’t even have more than one shower to wash dangerous chemicals off after a call. They serve us with courage, but we have not served them with what they need.
I’m not running for City Council At Large because I feel sorry for myself.
I’m running because our experience made me determined to make a difference — for public safety, for fire
services, for the health and resilience of this community we love.
That very night, friends and neighbors brought our daughters pajamas, backpacks, clothes, shoes. Gift cards arrived for food and supplies.
The outpouring continued in the days ahead — from friends, family, my children’s schools, my husband’s coworkers, our church, and neighbors we barely knew. This incredible support is why we chose to rebuild and remain in Hudson. We moved to Atterbury and, along the way, made lifelong friends we now call family.
In the months that followed, I visited our fire station and saw with my own eyes what many don’t realize — a building with crumbling foundations, lacking basic resources. Our firefighters don’t even have more than one shower to wash dangerous chemicals off after a call. They serve us with courage, but we have not served them with what they need.
I’m not running for City Council At Large because I feel sorry for myself.
I’m running because our experience made me determined to make a difference — for public safety, for fire
services, for the health and resilience of this community we love.
I began by organizing a campaign to encourage residents to take the city’s survey on fire services. I created signs and distributed them, asking neighbors to make their voices heard.
Now I’m taking that commitment a step further. Our family’s tragedy lit a fire in me — not of destruction, but of purpose.
I believe Hudson can and should do better for our residents and our first responders.
I believe we can build a city where no family has to experience what we did without knowing that the strongest possible help is on the way because we were not the first total house fire in the last five years and sadly have not been the last.
That’s why I’m running. And that’s why I’m asking for your support.
As your council member, I am committed to keeping Hudson safe, vibrant, and fiscally responsible while preserving the character that makes our city special. My vision focuses on strengthening public safety, supporting responsible spending, enhancing our shared spaces, and fostering smart economic growth. Together, we can ensure Hudson remains a welcoming and thriving community for all.
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