When I was little, I had a diary with Tweety Bird on the front. If you were able to break into it without the key to its tiny lock—you'd find that all I wrote inside was the word "cats" over and over with the occasional word "dog" written in between.

Since then, my vocabulary has thankfully grown, and I've found my current home at McCann New York writing many more words other than just the names of animals that go meow and woof.

California 🌞  -->  Georgia 🍑  -->  New York 🗽