Founder of Createapreneur I Yoga Instructor
"The trick was on me because authenticity is not a stake you put in the ground, and if we do that, then we just become miserable trying to live up to our own ideals."
Where did you grow up?
The mitten. It’s what us locals call Michigan, because the state looks just like a hand. I was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan and lived there until I was 14. I loved that place. But doesn’t everyone like where they’re born? Just the idea of being born in a single spot, and how that one event creates the stage for this whole open road of possibility in front of you, there’s this innocence and potential to the places we call home.
Describe that place and its people…
That’s a great segue. Ann Arbor is the perfect size. A city, with a college town vibe, a bustling downtown and lots of interesting, liberal people but not without plenty of outlets to nature like lakes, rivers and streams nearby.
I lived there until I was 14 and remember the people the most. My dad taught at the University and my parents had the most interesting groups of friends. They would have dinner parties almost every weekend where my mom would cook (she’s amazing in the kitchen) and the adults would sip wine, play records and talk about books, politics and culture. We lived in a two bedroom house (there were five of us) and after they put me to bed I would sneak back and sit to eavesdrop on their conversations. I thought it was all so fancy and intoxicating.
What were you like as a child? What did you want to do when you grew up?
I was full of fire, extremely curious and social but also very shy. I loved to read, play make believe and dress up and be outside. My older brother, Jacob, was my hero, and I wanted to do anything he did.
I wanted to be a writer or a teacher. My stuffed animals were the best educated in all of Michigan, I was always teaching, learning and writing. For a long time I wanted to be a mystery writer like John Grisham and would carry my dad’s old work notebook around with me full of loose leaf papers that held different pages I’d written for my book.