Beware: You May Fall in Love with Me

New York Times went over what psychologist Arthur Aron believes are 36 essential questions that can accelerated falling in love. Aron explores the idea of intimacy between complete strangers by having them ask each other a series of 36 personal questions and answers.

So I decided, like any rational woman trying to avoid editing her own writing to give these questions a shot. *You’re supposed to answer these questions with “a partner” but I have no stranger, I have no man to test this out with, so I will just write out my portion.

You’ve been warned, you may fall in love with me. (Not).

Set I

  1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? I’ve been wrecking my mind over who I would want to have dinner with. Between famous writers to my mentors (who I have dinner with at least a few times a year) If I’m going to be a genie with this dinner, perhaps I can say I want to have dinner with someone who would end up having amazing sex with me after dinner. That’s the choice I’m hoping for, knowing it ain’t happening anymore.
  2. Would you like to be famous? In what way? I don’t think I want to be famous. I spill food on my clothes and I like going to the bank looking a mess and buying food in questionable outfits. If I was famous I would be plastered all over tabloid covers with the caption “What was she thinking?” Perhaps in the most unrealistic idea of wanting to be famous, would be to have a collection of poetry sell well. That would be marvelous.
  3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why? Better question would be when don’t I? I always prep phone conversations. As a person with high anxiety and someone involved in the speech community, it’s important to prep my conversations. Plus if it’s an important phone call you’d be crazy, not to prep the conversation!
  4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you? Gosh, I’ve answered this before: Drinking tea, working on my writing, chatting with friends, eating some good food and some good sex. Watching a movie and cuddling with someone would be nice right about now. Or: Going on a hike, reading a wonderful book and lying out somewhere beautiful.
  5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else? Last time I sang to myself was yesterday driving home from work. I sang “Flawless” by Beyonce, “OctaHate” by Ryn Weaver and “Come And Get Your Love” by Redbone. The last I sang to someone else, umm probably when I was drunk  and it was probably “My humps.” Get me drunk enough, ask me to sing, I’ll probably sing.
  6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want? My mind, because once the mind goes its really hard to enjoy life, to enjoy who you are. If the mind goes how can the body really stick around? Or why would the body want to?
  7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die? Sometimes when I’m driving I picture a car slamming into me or I have these terrible dreams where a man tries to rape me. But no secret hunch, because my hunches are always wrong.
  8. (Can’t do 8, about a partner)
  9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful? For my learning disability. I’m not sure who I would be if not for carrying this particular part of myself. I’m aware my disability has given me compassion, empathy and the willingness to walk in another’s shoes.
  10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be? Maybe to be less anxious and more of a risk taker. 
  11. (Can’t do this one….partner)
  12.  If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?  To only need an hour or two of sleep a night and to never feel drowsy. 

Set II

  1.  If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know? The sane, logical, what how I know I should answer with, I don’t want to know about my future, we aren’t meant to. But the insane side of me, who peeks at season finals and awards shows online before I watch them would want to know about her future. I would never ask about myself because I’m sure I know all about my negative flaws and insecurities I mean I do spend 24/7 with myself. 
  2. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? Not really. I want to travel more and I will eventually I want to get my masters and I will. Geez questions gives us a break, dreams are called dreams for a reason. It’s a work in progress. 
  3. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life? I’m never sure how to word this, because it’s not exactly receiving my bachelor’s degree. I want more than that now. How do you really explain to someone that your greatest accomplishment is overcoming everything you thought you would never could? The way I write, the way I read, the way I believe I can achieve so much more, that’s my greatest accomplishment.
  4. What do you value most in a friendship? Trust and honesty
  5. What is your most treasured memory? How can anyone just have one treasured memory? I treasure the memories I have camping and looking up at the stars. The national parks I’ve been too. I treasure each moment I get up on stage and perform my poetry. Actually, I also really treasure when I performed two of these Dramatic Interpretations. (Won’t give out the names) but I really felt like myself and another person all at once. That moment where you finally take a breath, magic.
  6. What is your most terrible memory? I have two memories that are so strong it feels like they happened yesterday: 1. When I was in kindergarten and I saw my dog get hit by a car. 2. IWhen I was very little I had a brain scan. It was terrible, dark, cold room. The cap on my head looked like a swimmers cap and the paste from the metal rods in my hair twisted and hurt my head. I knew why I was there because one of the teachers in the special education program wanted to figure out if I was autistic or not. One of the first times, I really felt like something was wrong with me, but I couldn’t see it or feel it, but I understood that I wasn’t like everyone else in my class. 
  7. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why? Of course, I would change how I was living. I would only have one year left. I would go do all the things I was putting on hold and spend time with those that mean the most to me. Which then begs the question, why are you putting anything on hold? Why not live life to the fullest! *Mind blown.
  8. What does friendship mean to you? It’s like a relationship without sex. I don’t expect them to be around me 24/7 or to talk with me every day, but its nice to know they are there and they care about me and they are thinking about me. Friendship is the give and take, the making fun of each other and drinking in sweats, watching terrible movies and picking up awful drive-thru foods like McDonalds at 2AM.
  9. What roles do love and affection play in your life? A very big role in my life that I continually try to ignore. 
  10. (Can’t…no partner)
  11. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s? My intermediate family is pretty close, but they stay out of my dating life, etc. I like it that way. But my parents are very warm and caring people. I’ve always been told by my friends and cousins how lucky I am to have parents like mine. I’m very thankful for the childhood I had. I may have struggled with my learning disability but I had great parents to hold my hand along the way.
  12. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother? It’s no Gilmore Girls relationship (thank goodness) But it gets the job done. We would clash when I was a teenager (I know, how unusual) But I have a great relationship with my mother.


  1. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling … “ (I’ll try to do this one) We don’t know each other. We may never meet. Yet we must feel close to this point of the questions.
  2. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share … “ Speech and Debate, books and writing with.
  3. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know. (No partner, but I can answer this out to space) I can’t cook, I’m too hard on myself, I worry I’m not good at sex or no one will want to be with me, in the long run. I hate being belittled or being put down. I’m terrible at taking medicine. I can be super organized or very messy. The most important part of love for me is having a best friend in the person I choose to date, to sleep with, to be in a relationship with. I want a best friend in that person.
  4. (Need partner)
  5. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life. I have to share just one. Gosh, I don’t even nowhere to begin. I remember one embarrassing time I was in the middle of anal with one of the guys I was seeing and he was at his mother’s large house (his house was being renovated) I’m sure she walked in for a hot second. He didn’t notice, but I did.
  6. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself? In front of someone: last month in front of my parents. By myself: Monday night.
  7. (Need partner)
  8. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about? Rape jokes and “you’re a woman” jokes. It’s hard to specify exactly want not to joke about in front of me. I think its just understanding and knowing the limits of a joke.
  9. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? I’m not sure if I can answer this one exactly how I would want to.
  10. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why? Only one item?! Damn! I guess this old copy of The Velveteen Rabbit. It’s a really old copy and books mean so much to me.
  11. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why? My little brother, because he’s my little brother. I would hate to know his life, was cut short. Plus I would miss having one of my closest friends around.
  12. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen. Ok, I was going to do this one but after a page worth of writing I realized no, too much. Wanna know about my problems, want to help? Email me:

So, feeling the love yet? A warm feeling? Heart beating fast If so then you should get that checked out?


Happiness Jar

Elizabeth Gilbert and her happiness jar

“What is a Happiness Jar? The simplest thing in the world. You get yourself a jar (or a box or a vessel of any kind) and every day, at the end of the day, you grab a slip of paper and write down on it the happiest moment of the day. On bad days, I will thrust my fist in that jar and go fishing — pulling up a handful of great moments that I would have utterly forgotten, had I not documented them.” -Elizabeth Gilbert

I’ve been thinking of starting a happiness jar for a few months now and I finally got around to finding a little jar. I found this cute little jar on sale at Target and for five days now I’ve dropped in a little happy moment of my day..It’s been nice to think about a happy moment in my day. It really picks up a bad day or pushes me to continue the positive vibe of the day. I really needed this jar. This last week has been rough, this last month has been rough. I hadn’t mentioned anything yet, but my Grandmother passed away very recently.

I really like the idea of looking back at memories I would have otherwise forgotten, but these little memories did brighten up my day. That’s really special, to remember the smaller moments. It’s those moments that propel us towards the big achievements in life. 


Passing Moments

Written on Tuesday January 6, 2015

Sometimes I wish my Grandmother would pass away.

Sitting at lunch listening to a long-winded conversation my mother carried on and on about my grandmother’s care, about how her brothers won’t pitch in, how crazy my one aunt is and how she may be banished from visiting and about how my grandmother is only skin and bones now.

88 pounds to be exact.

My mother’s main of tactics last year always begins with “well I’ve had to deal with my mother, it’s been a rough year”. My grandmother has become some odd way to win an argument or a card you pull out when you don’t want to deal with the day.

I must sound like the world’s worst person and then on the other hand I must sound like countless memoirs discussing family members and aging.

My grandmother is not a nice person. She’s always been nice to us grandchildren but other than that she’s not very nice. She can be very racist and very unforgiving to her own children. Very nasty to them. From spitting out the worst of foul language one can image.I don’t think my own mother understands where this bitterness comes from. My mother doesn’t understand why she can’t just be peaceful.

My grandmother never knew who her father was. Her mother, a true diva at heart, loved money. She was married two men, both in the army and both had no idea. From what I’ve been told my great grandmother wasn’t the nicest person. Then it would be her stepfather down the road, who she would care for, a semi-pro baseball league, who would be murdered and gone from her life. My grandfather, as I’ve been told countless times was an amazing man. Sweet, caring and I don’t remember him. I was a year old when he passed away from asbestosis. I have been told he and I spent a lot of time together my first and his last year.

After my grandfather passed way my grandmother never stepped into a church, she wouldn’t even walk through a chapel.

My grandmother is very angry she’s been moved into an elder care center. Besides the main reasons, dementia, muscle degeneration and macular degeneration. The last straw was my grandmothers “boyfriend” whose been around since I was a little kid. Everyone has always hated him. He’s a dumbs who prays on multiple women and takes their money. Last year was a bit rough going through the court system to get him out of her life, to set her up in an elderly care and to deal with other crazy ass family members. causing scenes and what not.

January 8, 2015

My mother stepped into my room to tell me a nurse called suggesting my grandma be put into hospice care.

My timing is impeccable. I feel so terrible for even wishing.

“More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.”

Truman Capote

I don’t deal with death well. I tend to freeze up and lock myself in my own head. Deaths like the shade of a tree passing with the Sun’s moments. The feeling I get when someone dies is like a stone or a rock. I’m just sitting there watching everything. Nothing is in slow motion.Slow motion is so cheesy and silly. Or saying a moment seem to be fast forward. I think it’s the breathing that makes you feel like that. Your breath, your heart rate either goes fast all at once or you can barely breathe.

I saw my dog get hit by a car when I was in kindergarten

My uncle died in a terrible motorcycle accident. I will always look at Harleys differently. I remember that funnel too. I was in third grade, up north and my grandfather was holding me because the had an open viewing after the service. I saw my parents into the church looking in. I was so terrified of the thought of seeing someone in a coffin that when my grandfather passed away two years later I pretended to be sleepy in case they opened his coffin. I remember that funeral too, a military one, lots of guns shooting off and such a nice green, perfect grass graves. So many flags and so many sad families sitting down in the grass.

In high school when one of my teammates was shot in the head and then his guardian committed suicide that was…weird. I know weird isn’t the correct word, but I ‘m not sure how else to mention the passing feeling I get when I think about my teammates finding out. We were at a tournament too.

Maybe I do believe something happens after to us after we die, maybe that’s why grief to me is a different feeling. No, of course I believe I something happens to us after we die. I just don’t think the images and the countless text I’ve read about, “a heaven” could even possibly be close to what’s after this life.

No, of course, I believe something happens to us after we die. I just don’t think the images and the countless text I’ve read about, “a heaven” could even possibly be close to what’s after this life.

When I think of afterward I think of this wonderful documentary I watched a few months back. “How to Die in Oregon” I recommend it. The ending of the main woman is an example that I believe something happens to us after we die. I know this is for another time and I know everyone doesn’t agree with this docoumatry but its hard to not watch these people and their pain and hate them for wanting a choice.

So this weekend my grandmother may pass away. I’m deeply sad and I’m sure I will cry. And I won’t say like so many people say or write shitty poetry about: “I’m sad, but I’m happy knowing she lived. Yes, my grandmother lived but she was so unhappy and lonely for much of it. She was so angry.

If anything my grandmother gave me a great gift and lesson To remind myself to let go of hate and anger. To be nice and find and keep love in my life.

My grandfather was a great man and I was lucky I knew him for such a short moment in my life. I hope she gets to see him again: That’s always been my wish for my grandmother.


Now before I go into Marcus I want to point out that my Ex I was with before Marcus (the one that cheated on me) we broke up once (Briefly) And in between that break up I date and hooked up with two guys and kissed and did some stuff with another.


I was spending more time with my best friend Tammy and my guy friend Rich. Both happen to be good friends of mine and both happen to be good friends of Marcus. I told Tammy I just wanted sex, a fun roll in the hay kind of sex. So she introduced me to Marcus. In his backyard we hung out, had beers with his friends. He tried to convince me to stay the night. I’m not sure why I opted not to but three days later we did end up having sex. Now my last Ex we did stuff, between the handcuffs, different locations, etc. But Marcus was a sexual awakening in the sense of rougher sex. Stronger biting, scratching, anal. All kinds of kinky shit.

Also, during this stage of my sexuality I was very comfortable with sex. I know i must seem rather comfortable now, the way I talk, etc. But damn…I was even more at 21. Example number one: One time Marcus and I were having sex, having a good old time and six people walked in on us and I shook their hands, introduced myself and everything. It was lovely.

I can’t really imagine myself being that open nowadays, but hey I was going through a lot at 21. I was really heartbroken and I was trying to mend everything with sperm.

I really liked Marcus. He had a beard, tall, red hair and loved motorcycles. When we talked it was like chatting with an old friend. Someone who understood my pain and someone I wasn’t nervous to tell deep secrets to. He liked me too, a lot. But I was leaving in another few months. Still he sat down with me and was like I really like you, I want us to be in a relationship, let’s do long distance.

Everything sounded pretty good and everything was going pretty well. Of course, none of this would work out. Marcus’s Ex had cheated on him for six months and he was still going through that emotion crap bag. So he would slowly fade away, talk about us being friends and sleep with this other girl.

We still made out a bit, hooked up but overall it was over and I was a mess. I don’t think I had gotten over my ex before Marcus and now Marcus had given me everything I felt and taken it away. Yet was still dragging me around.

I’ve had a very rocky back and forth with Marcus. We were on and off a few times and it wasn’t until last year it hit me. After he sent me some very derogatory and sexually explicit text messages.

I realized how disgusting he was to me.

I remembered how he told me after he found out about his Ex, he posted naked photos of her all over the internet. He sent them out. I realized how much I didn’t want a guy like hm in my life at all. How he kind of scared me, worried to what he would do if he was pissed at me. So I told him and I haven’t heard from him in a year.

I did run into a month ago. I do live in the same city as him now and he does kind of hangout with my friends. But they don’t really spend time with him anymore.



The One Who Changed Everything

I’ve been avoided this post because this one was going to be next. He was my next boyfriend and I wasn’t sure I knew what to write about, to talk about. I feel nothing about this situation now.

“So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.”
― Suzanne Finnamore

To Know the Start, You Must Begin at the End

It was August, but I don’t remember the sticky T-shirt feeling your suppose to have during this month, or the sweaty walk up his flight of stairs and the continuing question, “It’s too hot to not have air units.” But I remember the wind, his window was open, even though he was nowhere near. I had two more hours before I would pick him up at the airport. I had to beg and plead with him to pick him up, to spend time with him for the night. His texts were worse than a sigh, he wanted to sleep and didn’t seem to have any interest in having sex, even though we hadn’t seen each other in three months.

Did I know he was cheating on me? 

In many ways yes, I knew. My mind had already made many of the connections, but the rest of my body wasn’t ready to catch up and learn he had cheated on me for five months (longer than I assumed). He hadn’t just been sleeping with some girl, but he loved (maybe still loves) her. He introduced her to his family during a vacation they took together, he stole my car to see her, he took out the photos of me and filled them with her tall, skinny body, her red lipstick and every photo of her showed had a soft smile.

Walking up his stairs that night didn’t feel different. But it was colder, for an August night it was almost chilly. And he didn’t even try and hide the beautiful lacy cami folded up so neatly, so gently. It wasn’t mine and I was sure this wasn’t a gift. Her love letters laid out across his bed, his poems written about her, some sweet and most sexual poems describing her breast, her pale skin, the way she fucked the best.

This girl wrote poetry (at this time I didn’t even imagine I would want to become a writer), she was edgy and had the same dark sadness he carried. They were perfect for each other and they figured this out before I ever did. Before he decided to let me know. And I knew her, pretty well actually. I had hugged her a few times, stopped by her birthday (where they met, were my roommates pointed out an uncomfortable flirting vibe)She was an avid activist and feminist woman and she was best friends with my best friend.

Walking down his stairs was a completely different story. My knees shook, the room seemed so hot and I didn’t feel the need to cry. I met up with my brother to pick up my cheating boyfriend from the airport. I hugged my cheating boyfriend, I smiled at his return and he mostly spoke with my brother. I finally noticed the distance had been there for months.

His main reason for cheating on me: He was in love and he thought we had broken up already. When he dropped me off at the airport, we hugged and a got teary eyed. We said goodbye and he though this was our break-up. Even though I spoke on the phone with him, text him and told him I loved him.

Random Memories

I remember finding one thing, this “list” he wrote. It had all the names of the women he had ever been with or loved/cared about. We weren’t ranked with numbers but in more of factual way.Every girl had two things like, Betty: Pretty eyes, kinky, Mary: Nice hands, enjoys going out. 

Mine were: “Sporty” and “Can get men easy”. 

Both were night owls, but those weird night owls who like to walk around parks late at night. My EX use to try and get me to join him, but I hated walking in public places at night. I wanted to be at home reading books, working on papers, watching a film. I would later find out they would go off together for walks in the park less than a mile from our houses. Yes, crazy to think we all lived in the same neighborhood. I later would tell my best friend about this, the one who lived with this girl and she would be shocked and say, “I remember her telling the house she was going on a late night walk and it was a normal thing for her to do.” I would say, “It was a normal thing for him to do too.”

He and I would try to be friends. I would forgive them both, because that’s what a young lady does. She doesn’t show her pain, she puts on a good face. That’s what the stories show. “You don’t want to be the bitch” So you met her, you welcome her into your house, you hear him talk about her hair, how her body is thin in just the right places. How she loves poetry, loves writing and how she doesn’t fit in with the world. I would break ties with him a year after it all happened, because he wouldn’t admit that stealing my car was a bad thing. He blames me for getting him fired, for ruining his life, for making her leave him. So he kicked me out of his house screaming at me, cussing me out and flipping me off.

We never spoke again and I never want to but he did text me congrats when I graduated, he text all these nice words and a bit of me wanted to text him back, but I will never let myself forget how he treated me. So no I will never speak to him again. I don’t want to.

But no, I don’t feel hatred towards him, sadness or regret. I feel nothing. Not the numb kind of nothing. Like when the dentist injects the novocaine into your gums, but the numbing sense something is missing that was once there. Like you once had wings but they were clipped, or all your hair falls out at once. I have forgotten so much about him and our time together. It feels like I’ve been thrown into the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 


Who am I now after three years? A young woman trying to get her shit together. I think it’s the best way to describe me. I have more trust issues than I can count and that I was aware of a year ago. The body issues I never had before and I’m scared another guy will call me stupid, put my down, grab me hard.

I spent a lot of time between other guys sheets trying to prove I’m not worthless

Today I sit in my room looking for old emails, letter, anything from this relationship to give me a jump start for this post and I realized I got rid of everything. It’s all gone and I just feel numb.

Questions & Answers


Watching snow fall outside my favorite coffee shop as I write and drink green tea. Of course, my friends would be sitting next to me talking about books. Also, I would be wearing a comfy sweater, a pair of pants and cute brown boots. My hair well kept and not a lion’s mane.


E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial


California native Joey Chestnut who devoured 40 1/2 slices of pizza in ten minutes.


It’s hard to pick one living person to most admire, especially when I’ve only been alive for 25 years. I’m going to say the majority of my teachers throughout my educational experience, especially those in grade school and high school. I’m extremely lucky to happen upon such wonderful teachers. These Individuals encouraged my creativity, my imagination and my love for teaching.


Over thinking previous conversations, especially those with attractive men. I tend to stew in the stupid conversations I create and fail at.


Self-righteous, overly critical, all around shitty listeners. Also, add objectification of someone’s body in the mix too.


My book? I’m not sure I really have one. I’m a fairly cheap person and break things a lot. Like I cannot own a nice pair of sunglasses because I will break them within a month. I can’t have nice things.


I’m not sure if I could pick one journey. I suppose as a whole, traveling as a child to the various National Parks. Also, more recently the few years I spent in the midwest. I miss my second home terribly and I’m well aware this second home has helped shaped my personality.




When I have slept in too late and I receive a phone call and they ask, “where you sleeping?” No I was not (lie) Or when I don’t sleep at all and someone asks, “did you sleep?” Yes, of course, I did. (lie).


My face tends to break out in random moments of my life. My face doesn’t realize I’m no longer a teenage. (I’m twenty-five face! Twenty-fucking-five)


Ugh Rush Limbaugh and any other man who think I’m a walking bimbo/baby making, pie cookin’ gal. Fuck you!


“I’m hungry” “Come back to Jesus” or “It’s been a day.”


Not being single enough as a teenager and not letting relationships end sooner. I’ve spent too much time and energy dating shitty people. I let a lot of guys treat me like shit. I’ve wasted a lot of my time, money, and heart on guys I thought cared for me.


What: Tea, Netflix, Poetry, reading, Laffy-taffy, Mac, my cats, work

Who: I have none, I am single, sexless and hanging out with my cats


Ugh, I hate when these things ask in the past tense sense.

 My poetry workshops classes. I loved those classes to pieces and most of my week was spent waiting for those classes to roll around.


Is flying a talent? But, I would love to know how many licks it would take to get to the center of the tootsie roll pop. I think that’s a prized talent.


Stressed out, hungry and pondering my non-existent love life.


Learning to let go of stress and frustration.


Oh god, they’re all crazy, no one wish could fix that crazy.


Majoring in English. It’s a bit unreal if you ever knew me as a kid. I was always below my reading level, couldn’t spell for shit and never thought my writing would ever be of value. To have graduated and now to be teaching English is something my younger self would have never imagined.


Knowing my luck, a goat.


A butterfly!


My stuff dog patches. He still lives in my bedroom at home. I’ve had him ever since I lost my stuffed elephant Buddy. Long story, but when I was very little I had a stuffed elephant named Buddy but somehow I lost him and I have this vague memory of my dad carrying me around Toys R Us to pick out a new little friend. That’s how I got patches.


Having nothing to eat.


I would love to see the East Coast! I miss the snow, the leaves changing. I would love to try out another home with snow, colorful leaves and wonderful coffee houses.


My old job teaching high school speech and debate. Gosh, those kids had the biggest hearts.


My adorable clumsiness.


Can cook and enjoys a good whiskey.


Enjoys a good beer and can converse about more than hunky men and their diets.




Joan Didion, Margaret Atwood, Terry Galloway, Sharon Olds, Bob Hicok, Mary Shelly, Andrea Gibson, Jane Austin, Lucille Clifton, Truman Capote, Richard Matheson, Franz Kafka, Anne Rice, Gillian Flynn, Sherman Alexie, Simon Ortiz, Emily Dickinson, Roald Dahl, E.B White, Margery Williams, Jessica Valenti, Elizabeth Gilbert, Hilary Winston, Mike McGee, Anis Mojgani, George Watsky, Carrie Rudzinski, Sam Cook, Tony Hoagland, Amy Gerstler, Mary Szybist, Kim Addonizio, Stephen Dunn, J.R.R. Tolkien, Joy Harjo, Azra Tabassum, Keith Desserich, Derrick Brown, Staceyvann Chin, Suheir Hammad, Sonia Sanchez, Kenneth Arkind, Mayda del Valle, Bassey Ikpi, Carlos Andres Gomez.


Charlotte, from Charlotte’s Web 


My teachers


Avery, Adam, Cameron, Colette, Linus, (Ok, Linus for a cat) haha…imagine a child named Linus. Nope. haha


Feeling sticky. Yuck! And the sound of someone biting into a wet towel! Dear god! I hate even thinking about it!


Knowing I did everything I wanted in life and in my sleep would be nice.


“Hold onto the rail going down stairs”

“You can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first.”

“Eat whatever the fuck you want”

Through Lungs

Are there certain thoughts you don’t talk to anyone about? Do most people go through their day without so much as a word about how they’re really feeling? I know at least I do.

I know at least this describes myself.

Most my friends would be shocked to hear me utter ” I’m a really shy person.”  I was a really shy kid in a very large family. Both my parents have four siblings, which adds up a lot of cousins and large dinner events. I was the kid in the family that needed to warm up before I would start chatting. Actually this still rings true a bit. I’ve had many professors ask me, “what are thinking about?” Always noticing my wheels turning but saying nothing. Also, many acquaintances have taken my silence and shy behaviour as rude behaviour on my part. When they themselves lack the proper understanding: that I’m shy, that I struggle with a learning disability and social cues haven’t always been a natural development. I’m a more watch and learn kind of a person. So I’ve always kept to myself more.

I’ve had numerous ex’s (at the time boyfriends) inform me I’m more the “fun girl” the “happy go lucky lady” and I lack a certain level of depth. Which I know is not true but I do carry the trait of keeping feelings hidden from even the closest of friends. Hiding who I was started young. Not telling which level of math I was in. Not wanting to example where I was for half the day. Hiding the fact that I felt stupid and didn’t feel normal. I think on some level I still hid parts of myself.

I mean here I am, writing through anonymous blog.

Here I am letting past ex’s justify the reasons why I’m not worth their time.

So back to my question: Are their certain thoughts you never share with anyone? Do you go days, months, even years feeling a certain way and never expressing it?

I do. Has this to do with my relationship with language. Absolutely. Has writing poetry and being involved in speech and Debate helped? Without a doubt in my mind. But I still spend a good chunk of my day stewing in my thoughts.

Maybe one of these I’ll take that deep breathe in and speak my mind aloud.