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 am probably the chillest person you know, until my technological devices malfunction. I firmly believed in Santa Claus until I was 12; I now believe in toaster ovens. 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 everything.
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.