My earliest memories include wrapping a towel around my shorts-clad legs to walk to school when our bus broke down in Saudi Arabia and driving a go-kart the wrong way on a one-way track in Denmark’s Legoland. Living and traveling in multiple countries, all before age seven, taught me that there is no one true way.

My jobs have included providing hot dogs and root beer floats to suburbanites, herring and squid to Stellar sea lions, and wicker furniture and pearl necklaces to the rich and famous of the Hamptons. While pursuing my degree in marine biology, I spent a summer in Quebec mashing and analyzing large chunks of whale blubber for evidence of PCBs. It quickly taught me that although I love knowing about science, I’m not that enamored with doing it. So I went back to school to pursue a Master’s in science journalism. Since then I’ve spent the majority of my career communicating about and advocating for independent science as a part of policymaking.

When not glued to my computer, I’m usually found curled up with a book, planning my next travel adventure, or attempting to complete one of a half dozen partially-finished craft projects so I can start a new one.

 

 

Quasi-techie, environmentalist, geek, knitter. A cynical optimist who is perpetually vacillating between despondency over the state of things and drive to fix it.