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When I was 15 years old, I was convinced that I was going to be a writer. I spent hours every day writing and editing all kinds of poems and essays in my journals, blogs, and even between the pages of my school textbooks. I spent my last three years of high school entering writing competitions, taking poetry workshops, and doing everything in my power in order to go to my dream school (Columbia University) in order to study writing. 

Spoiler alert: I didn't get in. And I'm so glad I didn't!

At 21, exactly four years later, I was finishing my last semester in what ended up being my actual dream school--Berklee College of Music. I pursued the dream that 15-year-old me didn't even consider possible: I became a professional singer and voice teacher. (By the way, did I ever think I'd teach private singing lessons? NO. It's truly a profession that finds you.)


Failed auditions. Missing friends. Moving countries. A thousand missteps and mistakes have built the person I am today, and describe me much better than an empty "songwriter/composer/arranger/musician/whatever" title.

I am sensitive. I am detail-oriented. I am persistent. Singing, teaching, writing... that's what I do.

Finding yourself, and finding your art, is not a linear process, but it's oh, so rewarding. If you just listen, you will find: your voice is blooming.

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