This is Literally Me.

I've spent a good part of my life walking into spotlights. But I'm much more comfortable turning the light toward other people — helping them connect to a story, an idea, each other, or often, back to themselves. One of the greatest gifts we can offer each other is the feeling of being truly seen. That's why art, music, and storytelling light me up.

At its best, art reaches through the dark and reminds us we're not alone. It gives us somewhere to put our grief, our joy, our confusion, our hope — all the strange little human things we don't always know how to express. If what I do on a stage, in a class, or behind a microphone makes even one person feel like someone gets them, then I’ve done my job as a creative.

I believe creatives deserve full, stable, beautiful lives. It takes courage to feel deeply, to risk being seen, and to turn vulnerability into something that connects to someone's heart. That courage deserves dignity, fairness, and sustainability. It's why I'm passionate about creating a Collective space where creatives can access real support around financial literacy, career development, and education. I want to eliminate the narrative of the “Starving Artist,” because a creative life shouldn't require disappearing inside the work — or in spite of it.

Family, chosen and blood alike, matters to me deeply. I know the relief of finding people, places, and moments where you don’t have to translate yourself, so I strive to create a space where people feel safe enough to be who they are.

At the end of the day, I'm just a guy who loves Philly sports to an unhealthy level, and sharing that obsession with my family. I love the simple joys: a good book, a glass of wine with the people I love, and a perfectly-timed, awful Dad Joke — which, ironically, I blame on my mother.

I think we find each other, and ourselves, through connection: through stories, laughter, art, conversation, and the people who see us clearly before we can see ourselves. 

And if I can be part of that for someone — in any small, honest way — I consider that time well spent.

Welcome to my home.