When I was a kid, every adult I knew was a scientist. My parents are x-ray crystallographers, my aunt is a geologist, two of my grandparents are microbiologists, and my uncle built his own astronomical observatory. At holiday parties, you couldn’t find someone in the buffet line without a PhD in Biology, Chemistry or Physics. I was saturated in this culture, and yet, I emerged as a writer.
In 2016, I received my master's degree in science and heath reporting at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism, and was finally able to fuse those two worlds together. Nothing I've done has ever made more sense. Since then, I've written about epigenetics, horology, cricket brains, fungus in space, paleovirology, and the intersections of science and identity.
In the past, I've written about New York City, uncovering its peculiar history and residents. In my future, I hope to continue to write about regular people doing monumental things: going to space, creating medicine, understanding how our DNA and genes shape us, probing the mysteries of the brain, and exploring our bustling microbiomes.
A lot of the time, I still feel like that kid, staring at Science and feeling amazed at the worlds it contains. I'm excited to keep peering in, and doing what I can to share what I see.