
A feral reptile emerged from the swamp.
I grew up in Florida, where you learn early that most wildlife is friendly if you hold it correctly. Then I found the ocean, and my mom stopped expecting me home for dinner.

At the University of Florida, it was strictly business.
8 majors later, I put the Ort in Sports Management. The real education came from the UF Surf and Wakeboard Clubs and from turning our house into a music venue.

Still healing my spine from this photo.
With a collegiate wakeboarding national championship under my belt, I was officially ready to avoid the real world.

Corporate ladder? I climbed the mast instead.
Somewhere along the way I got my captain's license, mostly so I could legally be in charge of the bad decisions.

The "real" world finally caught me.
So I took a job that never felt like a job, at the brand I'd admired my whole life: Red Bull. It's where I learned that the best marketing doesn't feel like marketing.

Turns out, adulting doesn't have to suck.
I helped launch BRP's ambassador and content department across Sea-Doo, Ski-Doo, and Can-Am. Someone had to test the products.

Then Hawaii taught me what aloha actually means.
As Director of Community, Content, and Events at OluKai, I saw firsthand that in Hawaii, community isn't a marketing strategy. It's the whole point.

All those detours turned out to be training.
Now I freelance across influencer programs, brand strategy, content, and events. You need it, I got you. If it involves people, a brand, and a good story, let's talk.

Every story needs a plot twist: I'm in the fossil business now.
I also run Marelic, a creative outlet where I turn fossilized megalodon teeth into bolo ties. Prehistoric ORThodontist wasn't on the career quiz, but here we are.






























