My second grade teacher, Ms Hoofnagle, told my parents I was an eighty-year-old woman stuck in an eight-year-old's body. Since every eighty-year-old I know is a badass, I've chosen to take this as a compliment. Eighty-year-olds and eight-year-olds have a lot in common. Both aren't afraid to ask probing questions and seek difficult answers, eight-year-olds because they don't know any better, and eighty-year-olds because they don't care to be polite.
My tendency to seek truth has persisted. I never want to find the easiest answer, but the best answer, the one that endures. What holds up? What rings true? How do I look at something with fresh eyes and in context? To me, answering questions is part of what it means to be human.
Finding a way to use my talent for asking questions led me through a variety of experiences. I've worked in museums, home health care, and education. Advertising is the perfect way for me to use my innate curiosity and bizarre combination of experiences.