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 of the family, a sleep away camp in Torrington, CT, and my college where I proudly bled orange.
When I’m not crafting copy, you’ll find me slicing my drive, 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.
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