When I was a kid, I wanted to be a ballerina and paleontologist when I grew up. Not either; both.
When I was a teenager, I wised up and formed a more realistic goal: I would grow up to be a writer, of course; famous, of course.
When I graduated college, I could not imagine my future at all.
When I started graduate school, I felt relieved that I had found a certain path to a certain ending. My future self would be profess knowledge and wisdom with a wry smile and be loved by those who love to learn, like me. (Privately I called this future persona “Professor Danglyearrings,” already planning on how to accessorize wisdom.)
When my graduate school funding ran out, I realized I needed a new plan.

I’m still working on that plan, but in the meantime I’ve been getting by as a university press marketer, an irresolute academic, an intermittent freelance writer, and a rapacious consumer of words. I have a lot of opinions about books, book business, and other forms of storytelling and worldbuilding.

If you want to read what I’m reading, see my Booklikes page.
If you want to hear what I’m hearing, follow me on Twitter.
If you want to read my writing on food culture, check out my blog Scenes of Eating.
If you want to do a background check, my work history is an open book.
If you want to talk about words, I look forward to hearing from you.


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