my name is Caroline.
I am a terrible poet. To date, my only positively received work in that genre was a parody of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, in which I compared my own hair to a moldy mop. This was discouraging, considering that I’d spent my life filling diaries with weepy verses about boys and parents not understanding. I left my first poetry workshop with a heavy heart and a dream dashed. It was in this discouraged state that I stumbled upon creative nonfiction and magazine journalism. Today, I am an award-winning journalist based in New York City (you can check out some of my recent work below). I'm also trying to figure out how to eat just one chip, and I ask that anyone with the answer contact me immediately.