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Can't find gainful employment so I guess I will just...

I moved from a career in advertising and marketing to advocacy in 2009, after my first child was born with multiple disabilities. I worked for peanuts for much of that time, got a master's, part of a phd, published in prestigious journals, traveled the world, but could never convert all of my experience into a well paying job or really, the kind of respect in my field I had hoped for. So, in February 2018. I gave up. I removed myself from all policy and advocacy positions, took on some odd contracts, and mostly just committed to enjoying my newfound freedom.

The internet is full of great ideas to pass your time. Time, combined with a degree in sculpture, and a very small budget, I have been able to do some fun stuff. I'm not sure if anyone will be interested in the things I am doing, but thought I'd put it out there, just in case there is another person like me, milling around the inter webs, looking for inspiration. <3 Let's get weird!!!

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