I’m a wordmonger, a creative tow truck, and I specialize in subtlety. Think Hercules Poirot but solving the mystery of why a line doesn’t sound quite right or why there’s a fundamentally significant difference in tone between the Fast and Furious franchise and anything helmed by Mark Wahlberg.

I appreciate people who are curious, compassionate, and humble, and I am mostly likely to die by crossing traffic to pet a dog I saw across the street. I am a mental health advocate and try to be a lighthouse for people going through choppy seas, because I know those waters well.

Currently, I’m an in-house Associate Creative Director of Copywriting in tech and do freelance creative consulting. Email me if you’re stuck on a project and need a fresh set of eyes and a brain that can’t turn off.

I’m available for hosting and emceeing gigs, for article contributions, and for podcasts. My synapses are wired like an electrician’s nightmare but it comes in handy for putting together connections that others haven’t thought about.

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In past lives I’ve been a college English teacher, a near-professional student, a social media analyst, a speechwriter, a political outreach coordinator, a journalist, a ditch digger, a reality show pilot participant, a hardware store clerk, a farmhand, a bartender and server, and a blackjack dealer.

I do not miss being a blackjack dealer.

I grew up in a rural Iowa farmtown where the A&W wasn’t open in the winter because the building didn’t have heat and we had to drive 25 minutes to the nearest store that sold CDs. I grew up an aspiring 3rd-generation editor/publisher, as my father and his both owned and ran the local newspaper/print shop. I cut my writing teeth at 4 years old on my dad’s typewriter that he used well into the late 90s (his late 50s) as he tried his best to avoid the internet.

I think he was onto something.

A whole bunch of grad school brought me out to Raleigh, NC, where I left academia and found a home in corporate gotdang America. I bought a fixer-upper 7 years ago back when you could still buy houses and have thrown 3,200+ DIY hours into it; sometimes you need to stop staring at a blinking cursor in a Google Doc and go build a screen porch for your senior cat to enjoy the outdoors in safety and comfort.