I’m the luckiest copywriter you’ll ever meet.
When I was six, I found a water bottle in the gutter. Inside I found a dime and a note reading “call this number for good luck.” When I called the number I got a disconnected tone.
But as you’ll recall, I also got a dime.
When I was eleven, while walking my dog through a storm and worrying about money for my sister’s Christmas gift, I found $84 fluttering damply on a manhole grate.
I've found a Tiffany’s platinum ring and a painting worth $900 in dumpsters.
I’m lucky, yes, but I’m also persistent and inquisitive.
I look for things where others don’t, which is why I find the stuff they miss.
I’m a freelance copywriter in NYC, eager to help you find the words, concepts, and award winning ideas you might be missing. I’ve worked at 72andSunny, Barton F. Graf, Johannes Leonardo, Pereira & O’Dell, and more.
This is a photo of me and my wife looking regal as can be.
We’ve been married eight years and can’t wait until people stop assuming we only like each other because we’re newlyweds.
This is our daughter, Margot. She just turned two and is also very into words. Her favorites are currently “mew,” which means “cat,” and “beats” which means “music.” And also “shasherrrr” which could mean literally anything — if you know, please tell me!
If you’ve made it this far, you should ask me about how I almost found my own wedding ring. It's the craziest story of them all.