Jennifer Harper, edgy girl, alcoholic transformed to CEO change maker, exemplifies Lifting As You Climb, and tireless building of success ladders for many, along her own journey of healing and personal recovery.
She grew up disconnected from her indigenous roots and unaware how generational transfer of trauma adversely affected her and millions of others.
Jennifer inherited a legacy from the horrific history of residential schools, unhealed wounds, and trauma that native families endured during and beyond colonization.
A dream, an awakening, and a vision to make a difference for others are part of the tender yet uplifting conversations I have with this fiercely dedicated young woman.
Just a few short years ago, Jennifer Harper did the unthinkable.
She said ‘No Thank You’ and kissed an offer of $125,000 from a Dragon’s Den celebrity Goodbye!
Cheekbone Beauty was inspired by Jenn’s dream of children joyful and happy adorned with lip gloss. No matter how...
My twenties included my first divorce, a second husband, a second baby and the purchase of two houses.
Our homes were revolving doors for younger siblings, friends, and well-intentioned in-laws, and often the social hub of our community.
I always worked full-time, pausing only for three months post-natal leave. As exhausted as I often was, I loved the challenge of learning new skills and adding to my QBE credentials. As it happened in my teens, I would again become the primary breadwinner of my family in my twenties. I had plenty of motivation to up-level my income.
Our first home, a new build, three-bedroom town house, cost $38,000.00. The mortgage terrified me, but it was a wonderful education on investing wisely in real estate. I regret that most young couples do not have this starting advantage today.
The mid 1970s to mid-1980s were a wonderful time to cultivate friendships with other young families, share resources for childcare, power tools and entertainment on a budget. We...
I matured physically faster than most other girls in school. Maybe it was my genes, and maybe it was the hard work on the farm, abundant fresh air and sunshine, and the home-grown vegetables, but I developed into a full-blown woman years ahead of most of my peers.
I crashed through puberty’s door at the age of nine and needed a full-size bra when other girls were still wearing undershirts and training bras.
Physically, I appeared to be many years older than my chronological age. I also had maturity and poise earned from the responsibility of being the oldest sibling, working on the farm and in my parents’ business and spending most of my time with adults.
Unfortunately, this physical maturity and competence did not assure me of emotional maturity. No one taught me how to handle the attention I received from men well beyond appropriate dating age for me.
I was a naive young girl trapped inside a woman's body and I became pregnant at the age of 16.
I left home before...