Who I Am
As a child, I was often described as "a handful." This was my parents' socially acceptable way of telling people they'd made a huge mistake. I eventually grew up and learned to channel the same stubborn resoluteness that resulted in events like sitting down cross-legged in the middle of a New York City crosswalk (because it was "not fair" that my infant brother got the stroller and not me) into a tenacity for reading, writing, and editing. As an adult, I love to Tweet about my life, take photos of my food, and argue with old people at family gatherings about politics. I like bad puns, cheesy jokes, and cheesy pizza, and I don't think I've shut my mouth since I learned how to speak. Let's talk — I promise it'll be fun.