What is normal?
This is a question I ask myself often.
A native of historic (and eccentric) St. Augustine, Florida, I don’t think I ever had a chance at normalcy. Born into a family of parade clowns (by voluntary choice, not profession) my earliest memories are of riding through St. Augustine’s cobblestone streets in a little red wagon, tossing candy to other children along the Easter and Christmas parade routes.
When I wasn’t enjoying the beaches, culture, and kooky charm of my hometown, I could often be found with my toes in the clay of Lower Alabama. From the muddy waters of Lake Martin to the shaded oaks of my great-grandparents’ farm, I’ve always had one foot planted with my southern roots while the other stayed buried in the sandy Atlantic shore.
Corporate marketer by day, author by night
Now that I’ve outgrown my clowning days, you can find me doing the corporate 9-to-5 thing most days, creating marketing strategies for a multinational architecture, engineering and construction firm.
I also enjoy sharing the stories of my quirky little town through freelance writing in local and regional magazines. Over the last few years I’ve been a regular contributor for both First Coast Magazine and St. Augustine Social, and I’ve been featured in Deep South Magazine and Artisan Spirits Magazine.
My other interests include volunteering for the St. Augustine Lighthouse & Maritime Museum and Habitat for Humanity. I’m also passionate about Americana music, Florida State football and my rescue dog, Bailey. I still live in St. Augustine (despite the best efforts of
two three recent hurricanes).