Senior Content Designer by day, (wannabe) Southern Gothic writer by every other hour—over eight years turning content design chaos into systems that scale and a lifetime shaped by an accent that sounded weirdly thin in Mississippi but as thick as a Gump in New York.
During my time in tech, I've been branded "resilient."
It's an adjective we seem to give to quiet women, those comfortable wading through the waiting. What is resilience, I suppose, but patience that hurts? These days I split my resilience between the unforgiving cursor of my fiction and content design work—writer's block doesn't care what writing I'm writing.
Off the clock, it's my husband, our elderly cat, and me in a 1939 Art Deco co-op—the cat mostly just sits on the windowsill in judgment.
Primary content designer for Peloton's current ecosystem.
Rebuilt the information architecture for AI glasses settings and wrote the governance so new settings wouldn't recreate the mess.
Reframed the wrist wearable's setup as a single "Choose Your Own Adventure" screen — later adopted by three other device teams.
Became the Content Design Accessibility Lead nobody assigned — closed 29 bugs and 189 tasks against WCAG/EAA compliance.
Some unfiltered opinions on content design.
Short-form flash memoir: small, sharp fragments of memory, observation, and whatever refuses to leave me alone.
Read on Substack →Southern Gothic stories about small towns, family houses, and the particular kind of strange that grows in Mississippi.