On any given day I am Kiersten, Kersten, Kristin, and Christine.
All four of me grew up in Connecticut with a younger brother, loving parents with an affinity for boating and sweaters, a dog, and a white picket fence. Somehow, I grew up relentlessly sarcastic and only slightly basic. I firmly believed in Santa Claus until I was 12; I now believe in toaster ovens. The four books on my desk are a Dictionary, a Thesaurus, The 2,548 Best Things Anybody Ever Said, and 14,000 things to be happy about. People keep telling me they want to see inside my head, which I've decided to take as a compliment.
I moved to Brooklyn without a beanie. I moved to Memphis without trying Chik-fil-a. I guess I'll keep moving until I've tried it all.
I chose to be a copywriter because it blends my passion for writing with my love of people, and I really do love people, even the ones who get my name wrong.