About

“Marin, under the streetlight, dancing by herself, is singing the same song somewhere. i know. is waiting for a car to stop, a star to fall, someone to change her life.” sandra cisneros, the house on mango street.

I’m one big contradiction. I’m self-depracating and yet hopeful. I stress but people say I’m mellow. I like to write but I fear being judged for what I say. I’m hopeless when it comes to loving and totally scared shitless by it all. I hardly say the words I want to say and by hardly I pretty much mean never ever.

I don’t read as much as I want to read but could re-read over and over the same thing. Just as I could listen to the same song on repeat all the day long. And watch the same movie day after day. (Crying every time.)

I’m light on my exclamation points and all caps, enthusiastic when least expected, certain of some things but confident of little. I like email and hate phone calls. I like laughing but I hear my jokes are corny. (No way.)

Most of all? My goal is to be happy.

Love generously. Praise loudly. Live fully.