… green beauty products, art/design books and fabric I might never use but are handy for decorating my office.

… Southern California and spent most of my childhood at the beach, pool or roller rink.

… in San Francisco and Long Beach, CA for a decade respectively, and in the West Town neighborhood of Chicago (home to Wicker Park and Ukrainian Village) for two. Even though Chicago is one of the most fantastic cities, turns out I do mind the cold winters after all, so we’ve come back to LA.

… on four continents for some of the most well-loved brands and logged a bunch of airline miles I let expire.

… the public library is one of the most democratic institutions of all time and highly recommend we all use them.

… my rad husband and two adult children, one of whom is often amazed at my extreme digital relevance and tells me as much with great surprise, and the other who knows more about coding and wine than I do (the latter of whom I’m lucky to work with).

… a penchant for listening to music while I work : punk rock, funk, house, alt (and old!) country, world, vibey indie... Manu Chao, LA LOM, and Eslabon Armado are some of my current faves.

… drink enough water but know I should and feel somewhat guilty about it instead of just drinking more water, nor do I cook but my husband of forever does and is amazing at it (he’s not a chef but is a public school administrator #publiced).

… wind and water. Give me a body of water and I’ll give you a happy body.

ETA our sweet Trixie passed away but I couldn't bring myself to remove this:

...coddle our 12 year-old rescue-mutt Trixie and am debating if I should not make her sit for treats anymore because she’s earned them.

… called a “hurricane” as a child by by Mom, which is funny because that’s what my kids called me whenever I needed to be protective of them in the world. A boss once asked me how I got so much done and asked if, when I closed my office door, I flew around on a broom issuing spells, which in itself is a kind of hurricane…and not unlike AI co-working.

… only just recently the life affirming power of hot pink tights but I seem to always wear the same Levi’s 501’s that are hanging on by a thread, and by thread I mean the broken ones from multiple hand-sewn repairs.