I’m a graphic designer and creative marketing strategist with a career history cache that outs me as a smart, brave and award-winning creative pro. My comments section is also filthy with allegations that I’m fun to work with. So how could such a promising ne’er-do-well end up…well…doing so well?!

I blame my terribly good parents and my hometown of Fort Worth, Texas. Being raised in a place and by people quietly and unpretentiously committed to art means that I was always surrounded with creative encouragement. Being unique, unconventional and weird weren’t criticisms. They were compliments, especially when you backed them up with hard work and good character.

In my over fifteen years of professional life, I’ve worked so as to make my people, my place and myself proud. I’m grateful to get to pay my way through life doing something I was born to do. I work to earn the blessing ex post facto (whoa, I finally found a use for Latin). I’m also a good leader. I see the best in people and bring it out with a vibe of good humor, encouragement and accountability. I show belief in people by expecting great things from them and helping them get there.

I love the business of creativity. It’s art with a mission, measured by so many KPIs—revenue, market-share, open rates, clicks, subscribers, views, likes, shares, time on page, awards. I love this show and running up all its scoreboards.

Well that’s it—or at least as much as I’ll ever want to spill online. <insert: “irish-goodbye”;>