Why Casa Sorella Means ‘House of Sisters’
When I chose the name Casa Sorella, I wanted it to honor the women who shaped me long before this concept ever existed, because the strongest parts of me were formed through my sisters. I grew up in a house of four girls, the youngest among them, surrounded by noise and movement and feeling. There was dancing and singing through the house, laughter that spilled over, tears that came without apology. There was passion, closeness, support, and the kind of comfort that comes with being known. It was messy, loud, and deeply alive, and it taught me what it means to belong. Each of my sisters gave me something different, qualities they possess that I’ve grown into.
One taught me confidence in myself. She taught me that fear isn’t meant to hold you back. Meeting it, facing it, and moving through it is what builds resilience. She taught me that forgiveness isn’t weakness, but a choice grounded in peace. She showed me how to be a gentle place to land for others when they truly needed someone, and she was that place for me when I needed it most.
Another showed me how to be hospitable, not just in welcoming others, but in how you prepare for them. She taught me to take pride in my work and to approach what I do with diligence and intention. She showed me that hospitality is an act of love. It is anticipating needs, offering help before it’s asked for, and creating moments that make people feel considered and cared for.
Another reminded me that life isn’t meant to be taken so seriously. She showed me what it looks like to support dreams in real, tangible ways by creating opportunities, making space, and helping us move toward what we wanted. Even when it required effort and sacrifice. She always reminded us that money comes and goes, and never wanted it to be something that weighed us down or kept us from trying. She taught me how to hold space for others, to offer the kind of grace you’d hope to be met with. Because at the end of the day, we’re all human, and we all deserve room to make mistakes.
Together, they showed me what true selflessness looks like. Support without limits, and the art of creating spaces where others feel genuinely welcomed and deeply cared for. That is why I named this space Casa Sorella, meaning “House of Sisters,” a home built from sisterhood, shaped by love, and meant to be shared.
