I grew up wanting to be an astronaut, until my fear of heights kicked in. Then I tried sports broadcasting, but I realized I was better at writing than speaking.

My creativity comes from my mom’s side, shoutout Melissa, sorry Steve (my dad).

A sleep away camp in Torrington, CT — I know, kind of random.

As well as my college where I proudly bled orange.

When I’m not crafting copy, you’ll find me slicing golf shots, singing Hamilton in my car, or hyping up my fantasy football team’s inevitable victory.

I hit my peak playing the tuba in 8th grade. If you get to know me, you’ll realize that’s the last time I was actually cool.

My spirit animal: George Costanza.

Legend has it, that if you click here, you get a thousand years good luck… and get to look at a pretty awesome resume.