The Origin Story
If Ina Garten and Adam Sandler had a love child, it’d be me. Equal parts dinner party hostess and born and raised New Yorker (GO KNICKS) yelling 24/7 about nonsense that makes no sense to anyone else but me.
At 22, I landed a job as a Researcher at Conan after writing a 73-page satirical memoir about my highly questionable dating history. Then I left LA after realizing any city with too many donut shops and not enough bagel shops isn’t good for my mental health.
For the next seven years, I pinballed between yoga teacher, barista, private chef, social media manager, and full-time nomad living in a van across the U.S. and traveling solo through Central America, Southeast Asia, and Europe.
When COVID hit, I was on a remote island in Thailand and flew home because 1) the Swedish man I was with was getting on my nerves, 2) obviously and 3) a friend wanted to set me up with a rockstar. Shockingly, it worked. We fell in love. Got married. And I’m now the muse behind every song he writes (i’m lying).
When i’m not lying, I’m a copywriter at Goodby Silverstein & Partners. I write recipes for my future spawn, craft absurdly horrible Tik-Toks I shouldn’t be linking and cry over photos of my dead dog (RIP) while fostering living ones.
