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ALTER EGOS
“Brand strategist” is an accidental profession. In my heart, I’m a truth-seeker and poet. Turns out, I have a talent for connecting analytical insights to creative ideas. I’ve been lucky enough to find people to pay me for it.
Someone once told me that I “see stars in people.” I think that means I’m skilled at identifying untapped potential and believing in the goodness of others.
In 2007, I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in journalism and international studies from Northwestern University—one year after Twitter was invented and one year before the worst global financial crisis since the Great Depression. History forced me to be open-minded and enterprising with my career path, which has been zig-zaggy, not linear.
My mother dreams I will become the next Oprah. My father secretly wishes I were a scientist. I think I’d be happy as either.
My superhero name is “Benevolent Media Creator.”
MEDIA DIET
In 2019, I deleted my Facebook account and now spend an average of 71 minutes per day scrolling Instagram and LinkedIn.
Occasionally, I write things. You can find my occasional musings on Medium and Substack. A lot of my stuff is related to culture and branding (like this piece about “reluctant belonging”); some of it highlights cool people and things that I personally love (like this overview of Tia Health); and the rest is creative rambling (like this reflection about becoming a mother.)
“HOME”
I’m comfortable shape-shifting and navigating between communities, probably because I’m accustomed to being an outsider, neither here nor there. I grew up as a mixed-race “third culture kid” in a U.S. Foreign Service family. My mother is aboriginal Taiwanese, from the Amis tribe. My father is white American. My husband is Palestinian and (for now) we’re raising our son in Los Angeles—a city we love for its expansiveness and diversity. So far, I have lived in 12 cities on three continents, and if my math serves me correctly, I’ve packed and moved my boxes into new spaces 32 times (and counting!)
Change doesn’t scare me—stagnation does.