Where I’ve Been

2018

I learned to sell in high school, when I sold programs at Red Sox games. I took the train to Fenway after school and screamed my lungs out, “get your programs here, folks!” For every magazine sold, I got to keep a buck. We had a rival program-seller who sold a crumby product for half the price. Identifying on the fly, women liked the handsome outfielder, kids loved the baseball cards, men with glasses and faded ball-caps liked to score the game. Picking the right line at the right moment meant money in my pocket.

2019

I was a congressional intern at the Massachusetts State House for my local Rep. Ruth B. Balser. They were trying to codify the Roe Act into state law because the federal government was working to overturn Roe v. Wade. I was fielding constituent mail, answering calls, and completing research assignments. It was depressing work. We passed the Roe Act and I learned that working in government wasn’t for me. 

2020

My old boss Lemon, named for his flowing blonde hair, hooked me up with another job to keep me going through school. They made me an Oyster Shucker at the oldest bar in the oldest restaurant in America, the Union Oyster House. I’d pour beers and open oysters for tourists from all over the world, telling them about Boston and about seafood. I even got to work with my little brother.

2021

I still had an idea that I’d like to help people, or maybe just become the President, even if I didn’t want to work in a cubicle. I joined Dave Cavell’s congressional campaign, as a writing intern. He let me write tweets and editorials, and I created and posts for the campaign-socials. By the time he dropped out, I learned I liked the creative work more than the do-gooding. I was too egotistical for politics—can you believe that.

2022-2023

So I was in college at Syracuse studying Philosophy and Policy Studies, even though I didn’t want to work in government or politics. But who knows what they want to do in college, right? Not how it felt at the time. I joined the improv team, and started to fancy myself an artsy type. I started a blog with a couple friends highlighting locally owned businesses in Boston, I did standup comedy on the side and earned a promotion to Bartender at the Oyster House during the summers. 

2024

I left college early and graduated late, having learned one incorrect idea—that I was better than everyone else. I thought I’d go to Los Angeles and see if they thought I was as great as I did. They didn’t make me famous. I worked for Dartford Productions on a documentary about the city of Syracuse though, sifting through endless archives for gems that didn’t exist. I unlearned my only college lesson. California taught me to be an adult and that the entertainment industry isn’t so glamorous like it seems on TV. 

2025

I came back to Boston a year later. I bartended and managed at the Phoenix Landing, which is an Irish dive in Cambridge, and I wrote freelance for Hollywood Insider and started to build a copywriting portfolio from scratch. I now have this website and two and half novels that will probably never be published because they are long and not really about anything. 

2026

I’m working in New York as a Copywriting Intern for Le Truc, a team that works under the Publicis umbrella. We pitch big ideas to new clients.