As legend would have it, I was raised by wolves. Though, I would argue it was /me/ doing the raising on the wolf sanctuary in rural Colorado— not the other way around. However, the wolfish-ness is still pretty central. I can always find true north, make a fire out of anything, and kill an uncomfortable amount of chickens with my bare hands. If you find me saying “it’s a wolf thing,” or “where the hell have you been, loca?” please report me to the authorities immediately. The authorities being my partner, Thomas, and our two cats. 

Thankfully, I was (mostly) domesticated by an undergraduate degree at Harvard. So, these days, my schedule consists of making brunch, reading fanfiction, and working at the Bok Center’s Learning Lab. As an incoming Arts, BGLTQ, and Fellowships tutor, expect to find me in the dhall advising students on their essays, painting a set piece for a play in Randolph’s courtyard, or scheming generally elaborate and over-the-top events. 
And if you hear any howling during the full moon— no, you didn’t. 

Ask me about: why you should study Folklore & Mythology (as well as other niche Harvard departments), the best trees in Mount Auburn Cemetery, a ranking of art museum cafes, and how to keep plants alive in a dorm.