I baked my first cake from scratch in fifth grade.
I don’t like to be near birds.
I still can’t believe I live in Texas.
My APC gene is defective.
I only like the color green in nature.
I’ve never been to Spain but I kinda like the music.
Clam means more than a bivalve.
I live in Sanita Clogs but love high heals.
I always have my bag with me, just like my mom.
I live three hundred and thirty three miles, round trip, from M.D Anderson.
I once was a florist.
I love Halloween.
I don’t believe in hell.
I’m and Irish-Catholic-Buddist-Existenialist who sings in a Presbyterian Choir.
I have a growing appreciation for steampunk.
I got to hold Larry McMurty’s Oscar for “Brokeback Mountain”.
He’s a smart cool curmudgeon.
I’ve only been in two weddings: my own and my son’s.
I live in yellow houses.
Trilogy was the best wine I have yet to drink.
I just bout the identical skirt at a consignment shop that I bought used two years ago.
I’ve always loved boots.
French Champagne. Irish Whiskey.
I’ve always read poetry.
Sometimes to speak Spanish I have to start with German.
I miss Little Compton and clam cakes.
I love just about anything blue.
I’ve been told I’m scary when I’m passionate.
My life rebooted at 50.
I can be very chatty.
I love my solitude.
I can pass up chocolate and bacon.
My sister is my friend.
I buy most everything second-hand.
I keep on my desk gifts my son brought home from field trips.
I love New York. Really. For Real.
There’s a family in Toronto I want to visit.
I don’t remember not owning a camera.
I love rocks and trees but not to study.
The MFA in Boston spoiled me.
Higher Education is about greed and not education.
I wish I were still teaching, even tho.
My best friend taught me to believe in myself.
I don’t know how to NOT believe in a god.
My father taught me to love books.
My mother taught me to see.
I once was a time-study engineer in a coat factory.
My grandmother survived the 1918 Flu.
I’m a very, very good cook.
Joseph Heller was a nice man.
I got to whisper is Norman Mailer’s ear: “Mr Mailer, I love your growl”
I needle felt little creatures.
Cancer doesn’t suck, treatment does.
I let go of two dreams this year.
(This was one of the most difficult posts I’ve done so far. It’s really hard to be random)