From middle-of-nowhere Iowa, after a cross country running, journalism school succumbing, shot-slinging, impromptu masters in counseling psych earning-college career, I did a stint as a nomad and then, landed in NYC. My first gig, secured with this cover letter, was as the ever-exciting role of Julia Allison’s intern. Then, a bout in the foreign-to-me financial world. I was anonymous, but now I’m ready.
With a novel-worthy dating history, a painting hobby, an upcoming marathon, and a surprising savoir faire, I’ve decided I’m enough of a glutton for punishment to invite you along for a bit of serendipity-embracing, self-sabotaging, anything-salvaging, and obnoxiously-long-sentence using fun.
