Ex-Meta Content Designer looking for her next thing


Hi there! Happy Summer 2023. I’m now looking for my next full time role based in the Bay Area. I’m open to remote, too.

  • 5 years product experience

  • 10 years content marketing and copywriting experience

  • Based in East Bay

  • Ex-Meta

  • Past freelance clients include Airbnb, GE, Penguin Random House, Johnson & Johnson, Color Factory, Munchkin, Chatbooks, and Kickstart.

  • Been told I’m nice to work with :)

    Check out my Linkedin. Message me at koselicummings@gmail.com and let’s chat!

Medium

Do we follow each other on Medium? Here are a few pieces I’ve published over the last year or so that I think you might like:

Nursing Near Meteorites

A 7 min read. It’s a personal essay about nursing my baby in the Natural History Museum. That does not make it sound interesting but I promise it gets into it. If you have a baby, or know one, you’ll appreciate this essay. It was also published in the Winter issue of Exponent ii.

Where is Me in My Motherhood

Another short essay I wrote in the midst of parenting two little kids 2 and under with PPA and PPD. There’s hope on the other side, I promise!

Maybe I’m a Better Parent After Eating Out By Myself

Every time I land a new client, I take myself out to dinner. This is the story of me being very happy eating ramen by myself at Tosh’s while my husband is home reading 5,000 bedtime stories.

New Chapter

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Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve shared a personal career update. I’m based in Salt Lake City and looking for a new full-time opportunity in a mid-senior/senior content role. Open to remote or SLC-based. I specialize in content strategy, copywriting, and ux writing. You can see my client list and experience on my Linkedin or send me a message (koselicummings@gmail.com) for a link to my writing portfolio. Thanks!

Why I named my podcast Little Things

First off, I'm sorry I ghosted you guys. I haven't created a new episode in seven months. I'm really sorry! Everything got swallowed up in the move. If you haven't deleted my podcast I commend you.

It wasn’t because Gimlet Media has a podcast called Every Little Thing. It wasn’t because it was super unique or telling of what the show is even about. It’s because I have a lifelong obsession with little things. In the literal and metaphorical sense. Doll house furniture, miniature sushi rolls and omelets, babies. And the little things that fill our days and ultimately, become our life. I believe in the little things. They’re unassuming and easy to cast aside, but they’re the stuff that makes up what matters most.

I’ve had a change of heart and restarted my podcast, Little Things. I talk about creativity, tech, and motherhood, among other things. Ahem. Beauty products, reality tv, good bras, womanly angst. Check it out here if you’re interested and subscribe to stay up to date with new episodes.

Recent Work

Little Things Podcast is almost a year!

DONE IS BETTER THAN PERFECT.

A year ago I bought a Blue Yeti mic for $100, sat on the floor of my cold closet, and recorded my first ever podcast. Recording audio has been something I’ve wanted to play around with for a very long time, and for some reason I got excited enough about it to impulsively buy a mic and get going on it. And I am so glad I did. During 2018, I published 28 episodes (so far!) and had 5,000 downloads. Despite my ramblings and minor disappearances during pregnancy, you guys kept listening. Thank you so much! I’m really excited to keep recording episodes. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what you’d like to hear more of. You can email me at koselicummings@gmail.com or DM me on Instagram @koswriter anytime.

You can listen to Little Things here, or wherever you like to listen to your favorite podcasts. (I love PocketCasts.)

Eight Months

I can't believe I'm writing this. I feel like I'm on hyperdrive, experiencing pregnancy whiplash, dramatizing what everybody always says: It goes so fast. But it really does. In less than two months, we'll have a Baby. Another boy baby. Rounding out our family nicely with our current three male children. I'm excited/nervous about birth/excited.

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I spent two weeks with my family in Southern California and in Salt Lake City. We played in the sand, watched movies, fell asleep to the sound of waves, and ate lots of dark chocolate. In Utah, we hung out with bestie aunts, uncles, and cousins, ate fresh lettuce from the garden, and attended a dear family friend's funeral. It was a bittersweet visit. 

We're back in the Bay. Back to our routine, however different for the summer. Some camps, some preschool, lots of park time, lots of backyard time. I made yogurt for the first time. I spent Fourth of July in the hospital. (All is well.) I'm reading everything I can get my hands on. I took a break from the podcast/blogging/social media in entirety. It felt/feels so good. I'm wrapping up a couple projects and then I'll be home free for several months. I self-prescribed maternity leave from August-October to relieve my mind of what-ifs. I've learned from past mistakes to set boundaries and respect myself and my newborn.

When I had my first baby, I was responding to client emails and making changes when he was one day old. Recalling this makes me quite, quite angry. I didn't know what I didn't know. 

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The baby swaddles and knit rompers are washed. The bouncer, car seat, and bassinet are ready. I look like I have a basketball stuck to my belly--and have been eating too much ice cream. (I have.) I've only seen him once, at twenty weeks. He was beautiful. Same ski slope nose as his brothers'. Strong heartbeat and kicks. He turned and looked right at the camera, showing the tech and I picture perfect Nightmare Before Christmas skull shot. Still, he looked beautiful. I can't wait to hold him. Have him safe in my arms, anxious to eat and sleep. Give him his name. Dress him up in all his gifted baby clothes and ridiculous bonnets.

I've switched gears entirely from leaning in, to curling up, laying on my left side, holding my stomach, and quietly reading. It's all about the bubble now. Keeping it secure, keeping us safe, and getting through the home stretch. 

Approximately six weeks to go until I officially meet this little turkey. I can't wait.