For two years I ran around New York City interviewing musicians and reviewing concerts at iconic venues like The Bowery Ballroom and Madison Square Garden.

Ole reliable.
Mostly used for burning balsam incense and caramelizing espresso beans.

If you’re not at MUD sipping an iced maple latte on a crisp autumn day, then where the f@!$ you at?

Sneak peak of my
next tattoo. Open to American traditional shop recommendations!

Picked up watercoloring recently, and the only thing I can paint is this bimbofied self-portrait.

I could be your cool
office lesbian.

I wrote a book about my mom,
the beach, and lesbianism!

You will have the burning desire to read my name and say “Cali” as in California, but I live in Brooklyn –
so it’s a hardo, mean, east coaster “K” as in (kay-lee).

To be earnest and incredibly vague, I’m an everything enthusiast.

I can’t get one tattoo, I have to get 35 (and counting). I can’t read a new author without reading their entire library. I can’t just be a fan of an artist, I have to get my groupie* on. I don’t put a dash of cinnamon on anything. Every mile I’ve run led me to sign up for a race, and my last beach trip put a surf lesson on my calendar.

My current everythings are citibiking to work, splitting the G of a crisp Guinness, going to Rockaway Beach, Maggie Nelson, HOT yoga, and Crave Canada’s television masterpiece: “Heated Rivalry.”

My forever everythings are Mary Oliver, my mom’s spaghetti and meatballs, “Coraline,” that fresh tattoo feeling, One Direction, espresso in all of her forms, and free-form poetry.

Let’s chat, and I’ll tell you all about everything ever!

Bone dry, shaken, extra olives – Please and thank you.

*Ask me about the time I almost got blacklisted from Madison Square garden during the Harry’s House Heist of 2022.

My Brooklyn studio apartment is filled with disco balls!

When I grow up I
want to live in Portland, Maine so I can steal all of Smalls’s matchbooks.