Renee DeMont

Heart to Heart with Renee DeMont

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Heart to Heart is a column about exploration and intentional love. It's about loving yourself. It's about loving the ones who can't love. It's about learning to thrive even when it feels impossible. Life has thrown a good share of bad Renee's way. Renee writes intimately about moments; about the grace and growth in realizing there are messages in everything; about coming to terms with realizing nothing is random; about realizing everything has its purpose. She's learned that success and survival are born out of a deep desire to overcome dysfunction. She doesn't sugarcoat the heartbreaks or horrors. She speaks her truth. She may stun you speechless but rest assured as she shares moments, both good and bad, and how she has chosen to respond to them, you will find yourself looking at your own good and bad and decide to thrive—It's time to have a heart to heart.

About the Author: Renee DeMont was born into poverty. She spent much of her childhood homeless, living on the streets of Los Angeles and in foster care. In spite of her childhood, Renee went on to a have successful career, first in entertainment at Paramount Studios, then as an entrepreneur in a risky biomedical engineering venture that flourished. Renee is personally and financially independent after selling her half of the business and filing for divorce. Currently, she lives in South Orange County, CA with her teenage son and daughter, and her high maintenance, lovable dog Joe. She is fortunate to live a life led by her soul's desire rather than the fears and doubts of her past. Her days are spent gently launching her almost grown children into adulthood, and passionately penning her memoir.

 

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