My Origin Story 
I was born in London on a rainy Tuesday in 1995. My childhood going to private, all-girls schools was strict. The red shoes of my school uniform always had to be perfectly polished. We never had any art hanging on the walls because my parents moved with my three siblings and me constantly. The only thing I brought with me from house to house was my love of writing and my secret porn habit.

But like every good girl, as much as I wanted to rebel, I also wanted to make lots of money and excel academically in order to impress our family and friends. Maybe then I could win my parents’ adoration.

When I left London to study business at The Wharton School, University of Pennsylvania, I was stuck on the same treadmill. I had simply traded the red school shoes for leather resume folios and suits on the first day of fall classes!

I fell into my first job out of college in tech in San Francisco, where I made $100,000 per year right out the gate. But I was still miserable. Moving to New York City didn’t help, either.

So... 
It was only after a very traumatic incident and taking a bunch of psychedelic mushrooms with my witchy friend, Daniela, deep in the woods in Upstate New York, that I found the courage to quit my corporate tech life.

I moved to Mexico City to live my dream as a free agent, and I started writing my novel again. However, with the wisdom I'd gained from my own sex life, I vowed that this time, I would write the real, uncensored version of a teenage girl’s story.

I published my novel, These Perfectly Careless Things, and I started my blog and podcast, Misseducated, to help others be shamelessly sexy. I made the leap from tech to sex. By writing honestly about periods or pleasure, I help others let go of the confines they grew up in and love themselves and their partners in their own unique, beautiful, and messy ways.
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