About The Author

Me

Once upon a time I was born. Twenty-eight years later, I started this blog. In between I was blessed with the Perfect Family. That's what all my friends used to tell me ("Oh my gosh, your family is so perfect," one friend told me the first time she slept over when we were in the 3rd grade. "Your house smells like chicken noodle soup.")

Of course, there's no such thing as a perfect family. But I still think mine is the best ever even though we've split in different ways, changed shape and had our fair share of sadness and pain. I call my mom every day; my brother is my best friend, and here's something about my dad: when I was five and my brother and I were in a horrible car accident, I wet my pants while we were waiting for the ambulance on the side of the highway. A few days later when I told my dad, he said he would have wet his pants too.

But back to me: I'm a writer living in San Francisco. I prefer to wash all the dishes I cooked with before I sit down to eat. I love Dr Pepper over ice. When I'm driving by myself, I turn the radio up and sing at the top of my lungs. I almost never cry. I still get nervous calling for a take-out pizza even though in my day job I make calls to complete strangers and ask them detailed questions about their life and work. More than you could think possible, I put on shirts or pants (of the comfy tee/sweat variety) backward or inside out. I was 22 years old the first time I kissed a girl. We're still together.