09/18/2026
Some places will always feel like home. ❤️
Twenty-three years ago, I was an 18-year-old freshman at Rutgers when I lost both of my parents. In the days, months and years that followed, this place became so much more than where I went to school. Rutgers became family.
This week, I got to come home.
I came back to share my story at the Rutgers Addiction Research Center Symposium and had the chance to visit football practice and spend a few minutes with Greg Schiano.
Coach Schiano was here when I was a freshman. After my parents died, he checked in on me. I wasn’t one of his football players. I wasn’t on his team. I was a gymnast trying to figure out how to put one foot in front of the other. But he showed up.
More than 20 years later, I finally got the chance to tell him what that meant to me.
Never underestimate the ripple effect of simply showing up for someone. A phone call. A check-in. A few words of encouragement. You may not remember it years later, but I promise you, they might. I did.
A huge thank you to Mike Greengarten and Kevin MacDonnell for getting me back to the Hale Center, a place where I spent countless hours during my time on campus. Walking back into that facility and watching practice again made this full-circle trip even more special.
And I’m so grateful to Danielle Dick and the entire Rutgers Addiction Research Center team for inviting me back to share my story and be part of such a meaningful conference. The work they are doing to better understand addiction, break down stigma and support individuals and families impacted by it means so much to me.
I came back to Rutgers this week carrying a story I once wished I could rewrite. Turns out, I didn’t need a different story. I needed the courage to own this one.
Rutgers will always have a piece of my heart. ❤️