With the new gig, I've got neither need nor inclination nor time to post links to every single piece I write in every far-flung corner of God's green internet. (You're in luck, though, gentle internet stalker: Thanks to my SB Nation exclusivity clause, I'm producing everything sporty at either EDSBS or the mothership. You can track all posts from both sites on my SBN profile.) And with the job hunt long over, this site will revert to the pure portfolio it was intended to be. Entries will disappear. Newer and fewer ones will show up. But never fear -- this will still be the site you can take home to Momma, with precious few dick jokes and all the doilies neatly pressed. Take care, internet.
Holly, 30, Aquarius. South Georgia, by way of the 213 and the cradle of the atomic bomb. I've been a stagehand, a bartender, a sketch writer, a video editor, a propagandist, a political intern, and a sportswriter. I work here and play here, dropping college football science seven days a week. For your consideration, a motley assortment of work samples are available to the left (where all the words are). Want my resume? Know where a displaced SoCal belle can find some ocean waves in Georgia? Tell me.
