I love words. I love books. I love dumb ideas and weird ideas and bad ideas. (Once in a while, I love good ideas, too.)

Mostly though, I love people.

And I think that’s what makes me pretty damn good at my job.

Anyone can be prolific. A word after a word after a word and bam. You’ve written something!

It’s much more difficult to organize all of those words in a way that makes people feel understood.

That’s what I aim for when I write.

Genuine connection with a splash of silliness to seal the deal.