I really love cats. I have two.
I love coffee and I obsessively rewatch Mean Girls, Clueless, and Dirty Dancing (up until I lost my DVD during my last move). Sometimes I throw Clue into the mix, because that movie is awesome.
I’ve watched Gilmore Girls more times than I can count. I read like Rory, but the rest of my personality is a mix of Lorelei and Lane with a dash of Emily thrown in. Lorelei likes coffee almost as much as I do.
Don’t Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic are my go-to feel-good shows.
I didn’t see Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel until I was in my twenties. I also didn’t see Labyrinth until then, and I discovered grunge music after moving away from the Seattle area. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I don’t know all the things I should know to be a human my age in America. I’ve come to accept that.
I listen, somewhat obsessively, to Alabama Shakes, Thao & the Get Down Stay Down, Bikini Kill, The Julie Ruin, Tracy Chapman, JJ Grey and Mofro, Beyonce’s Lemonade album, Fiona Apple, Matt Nathanson, Florence & the Machine, P!nk, and Ingrid Michaelson. There are many others, too, but this list is already getting a bit long.
I am addicted to tattoos, partly because they are beautiful and I love carrying art with me, and partly because I need a way to release the pain.
I swim, practice yoga, and am working on becoming a runner again. I can’t ride a bike, and will most likely never learn.
The mountains and the ocean will forever be the places I feel most at home, because of my early years in the Pacific Northwest. Some days I miss the smell of saltwater so much I ache, and these flatlands of Oklahoma that I’ve been in for over a decade seem unbearably even.
Most of all I just want to live somewhere that I feel useful.
I read poetry at an open mic night. I don’t think it’s good, but it feels damn good to share it with a group of people who come back each week to put their words out and hope they touch someone’s heart.
I love my students. Teaching is what keeps me going, most days.
It energizes me, and drains me, all at once in the way that the best things can. Students make me laugh; make me furious; make my heart break.
It hurts me and heals me.
It’s the only thing I’ve done throughout my life that I consistently feel good about doing.
So I’m going to keep doing it.
I want to make change. I want to be in the community. I’m working on becoming involved in Black Lives Matter. I need to find out what’s going on with Red Lives Matter, too. I guess I’m a radical, since I’m an intersectional feminist, anti-racist, atheist, anti-capitalist, and an increasingly vocal advocate for the end of mental health stigma.
If someone who cares like this about teaching–and also has all these other quirks and many she hasn’t listed–sounds good to you, please interview me. You can e-mail me, or just Tweet me. I check both all the time.
a woman who really really wants to work with you.