I’ve always known that I have a wildly overactive imagination. I spent half of my childhood with my nose hidden behind books. The other half was spent inventing stories, attempting to spot wild animals, transforming bunk beds into covered wagons, begging my parents for a puppy, whipping up mud pies, learning how to draw horses, inventing my own Native American war paint, searching for Narnia, teaching myself the equivalent of an entire 7 year education from Hogwarts and generally doing anything to push my already overactive imagination into overdrive.

Today, not much has changed. Sure, I outgrew my bunk-bed and my desire to wear Native American war paint out in public diminished; but I’ve always maintained the same creative and imaginative spirit that so vibrantly colored my entire childhood.  The thirst for knowledge that drove me to read any-and-every book I could get my hands on as a child is still ever present; and I continue to fuel that thirst by pursuing my Master’s degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling. Outside of the classroom/studio; I can be found hanging out with Louis my Pekingese, practicing Yoga, living a Paleo lifestyle, making decisions based on my daily horoscope prediction, patiently awaiting the release of the next Wes Anderson Film, thrifting for vintage finds, traveling to Zoos and avidly supporting Animal Rights and Cruelty Free Industries.