I grew up in a forest in Salem, Oregon. The majority of my childhood was spent rolling around in the mud or up in the branches of a tree. Throughout my adolescence, I attended the same tiny country school from the age of eight until I graduated high school with 34 (35 if you count my classmate’s unborn child) of my peers. Agriculture was a popular subject in my high school, where 90% of the students were members of our nationally renowned Future Farmers of America program. Though I did sport the iconic blue corduroy jacket and won some competitions for my ability to identify weeds, I did not become a farmer of America. Instead, I followed high school with studies in psychology and sculpture at Lewis & Clark College. Upon graduation, I immediately started working as a counselor at a non-profit mental health clinic. Along the way, I learned about food boxes and bed bugs and Clozaril and Klonopin and homelessness and the importance of “I statements.” After a few years, I decided that I needed a change of pace. So I quit my job, moved, enrolled in graphic design classes, and cut off twelve inches of hair. Along the way, I found account planning and fell in love. 

And here I am, three years later. 



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