This is what I look like laughing at Dad jokes.
The mom in me makes me a human-centric writer. It keeps me curious. Always considering how best to answer the questions I’m asked. Always anticipating what might come next. Carefully observing to find the story they need to hear, and tell it in the way that will be most meaningful (and, hopefully, fun).
The playwright in me makes me a brand storyteller. The theatre is where I first fell in love with the power of story. After almost two decades of crafting tales, I dream in themes, compulsively eavesdrop on dialogue in order to more naturally build characters and distill plot points to only the most necessary for best communicating this story, to these people, in this place.
The Army wife in me makes me flexible and resilient. More flexible than I ever wanted to be; able to juggle it all or drop everything else to accomplish priority number one. My wife kept me in the role for more than a decade, and it taught me to be gracious, take nothing for granted and fight to tear down and rebuild a better status quo.
The foodie in me makes me fun to have at parties. I’ll never show up empty-handed, I’ll keep your secret ingredient safe and I’ll always try whatever you’ve got coming out of the oven. Plus, I’d be happy to tell you how I made a Masters Degree out of a collection of food stories.
