In middle school, I about cried when I was told that “science club” was full, and I had to join “newspaper club” instead.

Ick.

I wanted to dissect a frog. Not report on what was for hot lunch that week.

But against my metaphorical kicking and screaming, I learned that I had a knack for writing. And I actually liked it.

I could make a career out of this…

So I moved to Los Angeles and graduated summa cum laude with a film degree. And in just under a decade, I crossed off the classic LA bucket list:

  • wrote a screenplay for a production company

  • produced viral content for influencers

  • saw a Kardashian in the wild

  • cried in hours-long traffic

Then a pandemic happened, and I moved to New York and crossed off a different bucket list:

  • creative directed at ad agencies

  • managed influencers

  • saw SJP in the wild

  • cried on the subway

When the pandemic ended, I moved out of the city and into a different life. But I won’t bore you with the details.

Currently, I reside among the Amish and help brands go viral on TikTok. But more interestingly, I write my own stuff now.

Books. Scripts. And the occasional website bio.

Creative Director