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|Introduction||I was born at the end of the Vietnam War, in the midst of the Watergate scandal. It was the year the World Trade Center opened and my biological father died. My life has been lived in two parts. The first 32 years, which had me believing in some benevolent universal force that had designated me lucky. And the years since my mother got sick and died, which have taught me that you've got to make your own luck. So I've staked out a little corner of the world that is peopled by the most amazing man, two wild and eminently kissable boys, the family that remains, and friends the likes of which you wouldn't believe. This blog happened to straddle those two lives. In between were two years when I could barely breathe, let alone write, when I was in a cocoon made of tears and Enfamil. I've emerged, and am ready to hold up the mirror again. And the title? I used to have a pronounced lisp. Me, the daughter of a speech pathologist.|
|Favorite Movies||The Castle, Bottle Rocket, Lady Jane, American Splendor|
|Favorite Music||Malkmus, Pavement, R.E.M., Bright Eyes, The Shins, Postal Service, Built to Spill, Elliott Smith, Cat Power, and anything played on the Billable Hour|
|Favorite Books||A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, About a Boy, Tuck Everlasting, Not Fade Away, Middlesex, The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing, The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters|
You've been invited to a fancy ball but the only thing you have to wear is an orange wooly jumper. What shoes do you wear?
Black patent leather tap dancing shoes, so I will not be missed in the crowd.