About Me

On an April day in Los Angeles, 1989, a storyteller was born. Maggie would be many things, of course: a dancer and singer, big sister, cat lady, UX Designer, self-proclaimed Girl Scout Cookie ambassador, member of the Beyhive, New Yorker, Vitamin D deficient (see: New Yorker.) But the one constant among all of these ventures was Maggie's desire to engage with people. Whatever she did, wherever she went, her ultimate act of service was to enhance the experience of others.

Ask me about the time Beyoncé came to my job and you will learn everything there is to know about me.

There are far too many photos like this in our family album.

Living rent-free in my house and my heart: Jalapeño and Lou.

Nothing comes between me and my GSC.

The Story Begins

The least joyful.

Time to thrift this outfit back into life.

And she never wore white again.

I promise that my brother lives a healthy and normal life.

The Performative Years

Maggie’s childhood was spent searching for anywhere and anyone to entertain. When not at dance class or drama camp, she was performing Grease for her stuffed animals, hosting imaginary talk shows with her friends, and turning school history projects into full blown musical numbers. (If you didn’t learn about The California Gold Rush in a feather boa, did you even take 4th grade history?)

“I see it, I work hard, I grind ‘till I own it.”- Beyoncé

Ready to join the workforce, Maggie started teaching dance and drama after school and in the summer. While studying musical theater at the University of California, Irvine, she was lucky enough to land a job as a dancer in the High School Musical 3 parade at The Disneyland Resort in Anaheim. Maggie spent the rest of college fully immersed in the world of entertainment, bouncing between professional musical productions and The Happiest Place on Earth. Once graduated, Maggie hung up her Mouse Ears and moved to the Big Apple!

Fun fact: the other actor in this photo is my mom!

In 2016, Guy Fieri said he still had this picture from 2010 framed on his wall.

When he says you look angelic in the morning.

Please don't ask me about the tie.

Start Spreading the News

Fueled by ambition (she didn't drink coffee until 2015), Maggie moved to New York City in the fall of 2011. When not auditioning or taking improv classes, she worked as many jobs as she could fit into a day. From babysitting to temping to dressing up as beloved cartoon characters, if you name it Maggie did it. She had so many survival jobs, in fact, that she decided to make a podcast about it! With the help of her comedy partner, Jason, Odd jobs: The Podcast was born. Full of crazy stories, games, and original songs, the show ran for two seasons and boasted a live episode and a handful of special guests, many with professional acting and writing careers.

I dabbled in stand-up comedy, then realized I much prefer sitting...cue the groaning.

“I had a podcast before it was cool to have a podcast”- anyone with a podcast.

Taken just minutes before completing a jumping jack challenge with a Nickelodeon celebrity in 85º weather.

Empty train car + no foul smells= rare NYC find.

The Next Chapter

Unphased by the smell of raw fish.

I won a costume contest and have been chasing the high ever since.

Still solid in this conviction.

So. Much. Weeping.

On an April day in Brooklyn, 2023, Maggie decided it was time to let go of her theatrical pursuits. Acting had become her entire identity, not just her career, and she missed the other selves: the concert-goer, the yogi, the life of the party, the traveler, the feminist, the person who isn't always saying 'I can't, I have rehearsal.' Ready for change, Maggie turned the page to the next chapter…

Epilogue

Maggie started off on her UX Design journey with a bootcamp in the winter of 2024. Over 12 weeks she armed herself with new knowledge, fighting tirelessly to slay the dragons of self-doubt and disappointment. Emerging from battle only slightly scathed, Maggie marched towards the most treacherous leg of her adventure yet: the fiery pit of job-searching. And while she navigates the wild world of industry, she thanks you for taking the time to get to know her and says "if you managed to read everything on this page (and are not my mother), please reach out- I'd love to connect."

Last day of bootcamp, first day of real world terror.

When one gets to present to The NBA, one wears their Air Force 1’s.

Card sorting with classmates.

I spent 3 months in this room and realized far too late that there were no windows.