: About Me

Writing is to Teresa what that dream was to Dorothy: a game-changer.

My passion is ...

writing, food, cooking, city life, dancing, family & friends, dinner parties

I know too much about ...

chapped lips...

My parents always told me ...

that I could be Dorothy Gail if I wanted to be.

My childhood ambition ...

Was to tour with Janet Jackson, and hell yeah I'm serious.

My favorite memory ...

Brett Dennen, Jessie Baylin, late-night in Hollywood, smoker's lounge, piano covers, whiskey.

Why I write ...

why is the sky blue?!

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Reading: "Crying at the Movies [a film memoir]"; Listening to: Chet Baker

My first job ...

Barista

My best moment ...

during my first cup of coffee of the day.

My inspiration ...

the city, friends, family, strangers...

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing someone

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This feels like a death.  Like I'm grieving for some stranger that has mysteriously left deep penetrating marks all over me. My dad is still alive for all I know, but his silence says more than any words combined.  He doesn't write back, call back, text back, love back and so it feels like he's died.  Like he's been unearthed and catapulted into someone else's orbit.   This feels like I'm mourning for someone I never knew.  Like I opened the newspaper and read a random obituary that just struck me and stayed in my mind for no damn reason at all.  He is estrang...

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