Growing up on the North Shore.
I grew up in Smithtown on the North Shore of Long Island. It was a suburban place to grow up, but there was also plenty of nature nearby, from the Nissequogue River and wooded preserves to the beaches along the Sound. Summers meant going to the beach, attending nature camps, and spending as much time as possible with friends. The giant bull in the middle of town was simply part of the scenery, despite being a giant bull in the middle of town.
I was the youngest of three children in a family of five. My brother, Ben, is seven years older than me, and my sister, Elana, is four years older and has special needs. Elana now lives in a supportive group home and participates in a day program. Ben spent about a decade building and eventually selling a digital marketing agency and now works in economic development in Queens. We have all taken fairly different routes.
Our house was rarely quiet. Over the years, we had two dogs and two cats, so there was usually an animal making noise, shedding on something, or demanding attention. Music was also a big part of my childhood. I played guitar and oboe and was serious enough about the oboe to make All-State. I promise that is the only oboe-related brag on this website.
My mother began her career as a social worker and later became a therapist. My father is an attorney. Education and hard work mattered in our house, along with doing the right thing and speaking up when someone needed help. With a social worker, an attorney, and a child who required additional support all under one roof, advocacy was not something we discussed in the abstract. It was simply part of family life.

