I'm a Michigan born, California raised, and now Brooklyn living digital producer, strategist, and writer. In early 2016, I moved to New York City from California when I saw an opportunity to work with the companies, organizations, and people I'd admired from afar. I started on the CreativeMornings HQ team in September 2016. You can read more about what I do day-to-day on the team here. Outside of the office, I publish a newsletter, sometimes dance, and do lots of other things.
"What are you pretending you don't know?" — Amy Woodside @okreal
Nice humans whose actions speak louder than their words.
How a person made me feel in a short period of time. I'm bad at names though.
A dance move.
Emerline’s CreativeMornings activity
The future is crafted by those who do work they don't have to.
Suzanne Benton Rise to the Occasion
Jessica Bellamy Seven Ways To Galvanize Your Curiosity
Ryan Hunley The Moment.
Minya Oh Blinded By Passion and Getting Lost
CreativeMornings Summit 2016 Giddyup!
Stef Halmos The Future of Genius Cannot Be Gendered
Elle Winston Live performance by Elle Winston
Georgia Frances King Genius is Collective
Erin Kim Give Yourself Permission to Discover Your Genius
Cathy Deng Embrace Pure Randomness
Dr. Jennifer R. Cohen Transformative Moments: My STEM Journey
How to make a pinhole camera
How to Storyboard
Piera Gelardi Courageous Creativity
Mark Raheja Mark Raheja
James Greig Self-care for the creative soul
What you think of as being edgy or taboo can change pretty dramatically and quickly, but also, what feels true is often something that outlasts where it is in the moment, or it may be true again at another time.
It took me a long time to feel ready to give myself permission again to write angry poems. . . . I have a lot more reasons to be angry than I used to. When I was a kid I had to drum up that anger, and unfortunately these days, I don't have to drum it up quickly; it's there.
This poem is my newer attempt at finding language for anger and also allowing myself to explore what I once thought of as taboo, or what I once perhaps used as a weapon, and now I'm using with more thoughtfulness.