Hi there — I’m so glad you’re here (even if I wish we were meeting under beachier, cocktail-in-hand circumstances).

I don’t presume to know what brought you here.

Maybe it was a slow unravel.

Maybe it was a blindsiding blow.

Maybe you’re still holding your breath, hoping they’ll say “Come back, I made a mistake.”

(Been there. Prayed for that. Lost myself in the waiting.)

What I do know is this:

When the life you imagined falls apart — fast, loud, and heartbreakingly unfair — it leaves you gasping for something solid to hold on to.

That’s where I come in.

"Not the life I imagined.

But exactly the one I was meant to build."

I’m not a lawyer (and I won’t pretend to be), and I’m not here to hand you a list of breakup clichés and send you on your merry, mascara-smudged way.

I’m the woman you call when the floor falls out from under you and you have no idea what to do next.

Think of me as your Divorce Concierge / Sanity-Saving Wingwoman / No-BS Mentor with a sixth sense for what you need—before you’ve even had your coffee or cried in the pantry (again).

I’m here to walk you through the chaos with clarity, compassion, and a carefully curated list of things you actually need—from “what do I even say in this conversation?” scripts, to “where the heck do I start?” checklists… all the way to gentle hacks for calming the mental swirl that won’t let you sleep, eat, or breathe without second-guessing yourself.

I'm not here to make you bypass the big emotions (we honour those), but to help you move through them without drowning in paperwork, panic, or pasta-fuelled Google spirals.

What do I really do for you (besides keep calm and untangle the chaos)?

My job...?

To bring a little light to this whole “life just got flipped upside down” thing.

To gently nudge you toward the next right step.

To make the whole thing feel just a little more doable, less expensive, and a lot less lonely.

You won’t find legal advice here. But you will find a big-hearted, boots-on-the-ground guide who’s been through the trenches—and came back with a flashlight and a fierce determination to make this road easier for the next woman.

So… how did I end up here?

Let’s be clear: this was not part of the Pinterest plan.

On holiday in Sri Lanka with my then husband-to-be (2010)

I didn’t manifest heartbreak under a full moon or scribble “divorce guru” into a dream journal.

I loved my life.

I was thriving in my career. Married. Fulfilled.

I had just welcomed my second baby (a beautiful little girl) and was soaking up the chaos of new motherhood as an expat in Singapore, pausing my ambitious global property investment career to focus on the babies I’d dreamed of for so long.

And then — in the space between a kindy interview and a dinner that never happened — everything changed.

A glance.

A silence that screamed.

A half-mumbled phrase at a zebra crossing.

And I just knew.

In that moment, I felt the split.

The before and after.

The me who had it all mapped out — and the me who had no idea what came next.

On holiday in Sri Lanka with my then husband-to-be (2010)

Suddenly I wasn’t building portfolios…

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I was building backup plans.

I wasn’t closing real estate deals…

I was googling legal terms I couldn’t pronounce at 2am.

I wasn’t advising investors…

I was trying to figure out how to protect myself and two tiny humans while crying into a cup of cold tea.

Suddenly I wasn’t building portfolios…

I was building backup plans.

I wasn’t closing real estate deals…

I was googling legal terms I couldn’t pronounce at 2am.

I wasn’t advising investors…

I was trying to figure out how to protect myself and two tiny humans while crying into a cup of cold tea.

You smile for them—even when your world is falling apart. These were the early days of my separation.

You smile for them—even when your world is falling apart. The early days of my separation.

Before D-Day—There Was This....

I wasn’t always the girl with the checklists and Separation SURVIVAL hacks.

Before Hello Mojo, I was climbing corporate ladders in heels and hustle—landing the kind of roles I used to dream about back when my “office” was a uni library and my most pressing strategy was how to finish a semester’s worth of work in 24 hours (with snacks).

After six months exploring the world when I was 19, I started out in a family business, then multinational firms and private schools in Australia. Soon enough I packed up my ambition (and followed a former flame—oops) to Hong Kong, where I set my sights on the skyline and didn’t look back.

I helped American hedge funds expand across Asia, launched the South Asian division of a global property investment firm, passed my Securities & Futures exams (because sleep is overrated?), and became a licensed real estate agency owner in not one but two countries—Hong Kong and Singapore.

I’ve spoken on stages from Kuala Lumpur to Kazakhstan (yes, really), advising high-net-worth investors on property portfolios stretching from Brazil to Berlin. I built my reputation not on flash or force—but on listening closely, showing up fully, and delivering results with the kind of thoughtfulness that makes people feel seen, supported, and sure they’re in the right hands.

I knew how to negotiate with confidence, lead teams across time zones, and hold my own in boardrooms full of grey suits and good ol’ fashioned bravado.

What I didn’t know? That one day, I’d be swapping seven-figure contracts for custody paperwork—and that every ounce of that boardroom grit would be repurposed into building something far more personal, powerful, and purposeful.

Before D-Day—

There Was This....

I wasn’t always the girl with the checklists and SEPARATION SURVIVAL hacks.

Before Hello Mojo, I was climbing corporate ladders in heels and hustle—landing the kind of roles I used to dream about back when my “office” was a uni library and my most pressing strategy was how to finish a semester’s worth of work in 24 hours (with snacks).

After six months exploring the world when I was 19, I started out in a family business, then multinational firms and private schools in Australia. Soon enough I packed up my ambition (and followed a former flame—oops) to Hong Kong, where I set my sights on the skyline and didn’t look back.

I helped American hedge funds expand to Asia, launched the South Asian division of a global property investment firm, passed my Securities & Futures exams (because sleep is overrated?), and became a licensed real estate agency owner in not one but two countries—Hong Kong and Singapore.

I’ve spoken on stages from Kuala Lumpur to Kazakhstan (yes, really), advising high-net-worth investors on property portfolios stretching from Brazil to Berlin. I built my reputation not on flash or force—but on listening closely, showing up fully, and delivering results with the kind of thoughtfulness that makes people feel seen, supported, and sure they’re in the right hands.

I knew how to negotiate with confidence, lead teams across time zones, and hold my own in boardrooms full of grey suits and good ol’ fashioned bravado.

What I didn’t know? That one day, I’d be swapping seven-figure contracts for custody paperwork—and that every ounce of that boardroom grit would be repurposed into building something far more personal, powerful, and purposeful.

The first version of Hello Mojo was born in a café, on a napkin, in the middle of a nervous breakdown. (As all great tech stories are.)

Like most people staring down a divorce with two tiny humans in tow, I didn’t need more on my plate. But what I did need? A way to keep track of the never-ending mountain of legal admin while juggling nap schedules, emotional tailspins, and the sheer cost of it all.

Leaving Singapore and returning home to Australia with the children soon after our split, I was smack in the middle of a dual-jurisdiction divorce (yes, the Hague Convention kind—which at the time I had no idea about), navigating visitation calendars, recording phone calls, tracking legal notices, storing evidence, and trying not to dissolve into a puddle of stress and spreadsheets.

What I really needed was to clone myself.

I wanted a way to delegate the soul-sucking admin—so I could focus on what mattered: my wellbeing, my kids, learning to co-parent, keeping track of legal spending, and figuring out what came next.

So there I was—mid-meltdown, chai latte going cold, two babies under two sticky-finger painting the café table with jam—when I did what any sleep-deprived, sanity-holding-on-by-a-thread mum would do: I pulled out a napkin and started sketching.

Not my dream house.

Not my five-year plan.

But the blueprint for a divorce tool I desperately needed.

That scribble became the Hello Mojo app—a smart, soul-led platform that helped track every message, record every conversation, and store every shred of evidence in one secure place. It even transcribed phone calls into searchable text files (yep, really), and download files to give to your lawyer with the click of a button.

I launched the app in 2018 in Australia, the UK, and the US—and thousands of people downloaded it.

Because when you can delegate the admin, you can finally reclaim your energy, your sanity—and yes, your mojo. That’s exactly why I named it Hello Mojo.

Like most people staring down a divorce with two tiny humans in tow, I didn’t need more on my plate. But what I did need? A way to keep track of the never-ending mountain of legal admin while juggling nap schedules, emotional tailspins, and the sheer cost of it all.

Leaving Singapore and returning home to Australia with the children soon after our split, I was smack in the middle of a dual-jurisdiction divorce (yes, the Hague Convention kind—which at the time I had no idea about), navigating visitation calendars, recording phone calls, tracking legal notices, storing evidence, and trying not to dissolve into a puddle of stress and spreadsheets.

What I really needed was to clone myself.

I wanted a way to delegate the soul-sucking admin—so I could focus on what mattered: my wellbeing, my kids, learning to co-parent, keeping track of legal spending, and figuring out what came next.

So there I was—mid-meltdown, chai latte going cold, two babies under two sticky-finger painting the café table with jam—when I did what any sleep-deprived, sanity-holding-on-by-a-thread mum would do: I pulled out a napkin and started sketching.

Not my dream house.

Not my five-year plan.

But the blueprint for a divorce tool I desperately needed.

That scribble became the Hello Mojo app—a smart, soul-led platform that helped track every message, record every conversation, and store every shred of evidence in one secure place. It even transcribed phone calls into searchable text files (yep, really), and download files to give to your lawyer with the click of a button.

I launched the app in 2018 in Australia, the UK, and the US—and thousands of people downloaded it.

Because when you can delegate the admin, you can finally reclaim your energy, your sanity—and yes, your mojo. That’s exactly why I named it Hello Mojo.

But something still felt missing.

Because even with the best tools, this journey isn’t just logistical—it’s emotional.

It’s raw. Personal. And way too hard to walk alone.

So I wrapped that tech in a blanket of hope, launched Hello Mojo Magazine, and filled it with soulful stories, practical wisdom, and articles that made you feel seen. (Fun fact: it even included divorce advice from Reese Witherspoon herself.)

Still—I knew something deeper was calling.

Because when I looked back? I could see it so clearly: the jaw-dropping legal bills (honestly, I could’ve bought a house), the sleepless nights filled with “I wish I’d known,” and the gut-punch realisation that I’d made so many avoidable mistakes simply because no one handed me the map.

And that? That lit a fire in me.

Because I believe—deep in my bones—that the fastest, smartest, most soul-sparing way through divorce is building on the shoulders of someone who’s already walked it. Someone who’s navigated the landmines, paid the price (in every way), and come back with the wisdom to say: Here’s how to do it better.

So in 2024, I took everything—every hard-earned insight, every system, every sanity-saving trick I’d gathered—and rebuilt Hello Mojo from the ground up.

The app? The digital magazine? They were just the beginning.

Today, Hello Mojo is a living, breathing roadmap.

One that cuts through the chaos, wraps you in support, and helps you reclaim your power—one doable step at a time.

It’s what I needed back then.

And now? It’s here for you.

Whether you’re in the thick of the tears, at the starting line of separation, or trying to figure out who you are now that the old you is no longer on duty—I’m here.

To hand you tissues, a strategy, and a damn good playlist.

Let’s begin again. Together.

xx Annie

"BECAUSE GETTING DIVORCED doesn’t HAVE TO look LIKE A HOT MESS."

HELLO MOJO

I don’t promise to fix your whole life (no one but you can), but I do help you find your footing when everything feels upside down. Around here, I'm all about real support, zero judgment, and beautifully designed resources that make navigating divorce a little less overwhelming—and a lot more empowering. Healing gets to look good on you. Let’s rebuild something amazing, one brave step at a time.