I grew up in a very old house, in a very rural part of New England. An only child in the middle of nowhere, I subsisted on creative hijinx, none of which can be explained succinctly.

 

After studying writing and global affairs at Yale, I spent a year teaching English a few miles from the Eurasian Pole of Inaccessibility.

 

A motorcycle accident forced me back to the US, where I found my professional home at Atlas Obscura, first as an intern, then as the founding member of the group travel department.

 

In between pranking my colleagues, I co-designed trips with lichenologists and masonic architectural experts, leading the curious on unusual adventures to Newfoundland, Bhutan, and many places in between.

 

Having self-medicated with animation and illustration throughout the pandemic, I'm now pursuing an MFA in Products of Design at the School of Visual Arts.