Rabulous

A product of the suburban echelon that is Virginia Beach, I’m a city-loving NJ/NY transplant transfixed with the mundane. Day to day, I erratically attempt to balance a career, marriage, happy hour, Oscar-worthy guilt trips from my mom and trips to Target while staying afloat in time to watch my shows.

With my own personal, though sometimes questionable soundtrack set to high, I thrive on creativity and stumble to keep up with the Race. I’m an nyc magazine editor, though I’m a lot less Carrie Bradshaw and a lot more Ugly Betty. I spend my days doing un-glamorous things and my nights baking cupcakes, watching too much tv, bonding over baseball, staying out too late and plotting out my 5-year plan on cocktail napkins.

My wingman, one of my oldest friends and bestest friends (so cliche, I know!) has known me since the eighth grade. He’s the pragmatic one; me, not so much. I convinced him into marrying me 3 years ago. We live in a shoebox, aptly, in a mile square city, right outside of NYC, 350 miles away from our hometown. He often comes home humming from his Big Box office job, sometimes with bags of products in hand. Though I’m un-girly enough to enjoy wearing an occasional hardhat for work and obsess over the Mets lineup, I’m girly enough to dream about shoes and covet overpriced lipgloss.

Aside from my familal nuances and marital arcadia, I revel in the randomness and eclecticism that surrounds me— these are the things that make me tick.

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