my story

I’ve always thought of myself as a rebel. At 7, I started a candy club with my younger brother which involved hoarding treats and leftover Halloween candy and hiding our loot in the bathroom tub. We were quickly discovered. At 12, the sprouted tofu sandwiches that my Mom packed for lunch went in the trash in favor of the popular bagel-and-fries combo. And during my teenage years, let’s just say I snuck out of the house more times than I care to count.

I had a pretty amazing upbringing. My Mom was juicing beets before they were in style and my Dad was an entrepreneur and former Olympic swimmer. They were truly ahead of their time, raising me with nothing but total dedication and heartfelt intention. They were confident in discerning “right” from “wrong,” and knew what it took to achieve something at a high level. My siblings and I all studied at The Juilliard Pre-College, one of the best music schools in the country. We all went on to college at Princeton University.

So what was there to rebel against?