Xavier Magazine profile

I was honored to be an alumni feature in the Summer 2012 issue of Xavier Magazine. I still can’t believe they wanted to feature me. And talking about myself for an hour was a bit tough, but I guess I managed 🙂

I’m very happy with how it turned out, and the staff of Xavier Magazine were wonderful to work with.  I can also tell you there is no way I could be a model. My smize is lacking.

Check it out at Xavier Magazine.

My new writing project

The Stubby Currence ProjectWith my grandmother passing away this spring, I’ve been delving into a lot of family mementos and photos. It’s been bittersweet to see all the items she and my grandfather, who passed in 1981, collected over their lifetimes. This was the first time I’ve seen many of these things: my grandmother’s childhood photos, my grandpa’s newspaper scrapbooks. As a way to share some of these items, I’ve started the Stubby Currence Project. See, he was a newspaper writer for 52 years, and he lived a pretty neat life.

While running the errands that inevitable with planning a funeral, I took an elevator ride with a gentleman who was asking about my family. “Your grandfather meant a lot to us around here,” he said.

With this blog, I’m started to realize just how much he did.

Last PAD poem – Fading Away

Kurt + Kitten = Kute!

A little late but there is my final Poem-A-Day poem from Day 30: Write a fade away poem. Of course, when I saw “fade away,” I immediately thought of Kurt Cobain, which is not too original for someone my age. But we have to write what we know, right?

It’s better to burn out than to fade away

your gauntness got to you, a razor-backed
beast hunched in your rockstar fashion, a pen in
your right hand, a works box on your left,
crafting howls in a closet, away from the buttrock
bands blending in on your bill, you gave up on yourself
and dove into the black, falling
in the void

More PAD poems

Here are a few more of my A Poem-A-Day challenge from the Poetic Asides blog. I would classify these as character sketch poems.

From Day 20: Take the phrase “Let’s (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem.

Let’s Not and Say We Did
the glow from My So-Called Life reruns
dances across your face
i keep losing your eyes in the shifting light
even as i hold your face close
your breath rolls in like waves
devoid of oxygen

From Day 22:  Write a judging poem. This is a poem that could be judging others, or it is a poem being judged.

You wait
you wait on me
at a burrito place,
beans covering
your gloved hands.
is it the litany
of questions
you have to ask
or is it my Chanel suit,
the healing of my bruises
that blocks your memory
of me? as i watch you
assemble my meal
with the dexterity
of a Vegas dealer,
I realize luck
be a lady

From Day 15:  Use the following five words in your poem: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon.

the strap of your dress
fell sideways as you wobbled
to the black limo of awaiting strangers,
their white shirts unbuttoned,
their blue ties wrung like gift ribbons.
You, the night’s present,
disturb only the fallen balloons
and broken champagne glass
as you walk towards the masked horror.
I turn away — the first slash
from your own personal Brutus.

Special shout out to my poetic friends Cam and Kristi for encouraging me to do these prompts. You ladies rock!

PAD Challenge – Mixed Up Poem

I’ve done a few prompts for a Poem-a-Day Challenge. Here is my attempt from the Day 16, the Mixed Up poem from the Poetic Asides blog.  I hope to do and share more.

Easter Friends

We three grab hands
and spin! spin! spin!
our skirts bellow,
our white loafers squeak on the dewy grass,
and the parents and brothers
and aunts and uncles turn into streaks
of greens, and yellows and blues
but our faces stay constant
as we pass glances back and forth,
catching each other’s eye
and giggling, squealing and leaning
back to see the spinning sky above
just long enough to believe
this is our world now
and joy of the dizzying rush
will never, never end.

The Best of 2011


Ah, 2011…how I’ll miss thee! To commemorate the passing of this year, here is a list of my favorites things. While some of these websites, books and artists have been around a while, I really enjoyed them this year.

best music blog (*best in show for the year – i love this site!)
feelnumb.com (here is one of my favorite posts)

best beauty blog
kandee the make-up artist (a favorite post on how to get flawless skin)

best fashion blog
Wendy’s Lookbook (a favorite youtube video on 25 ways to wear a scarf)

best food blog
Two Dancing Buckeyes (a favorite post on use-it-or-lose-it soup)

best girl-provoking blog
style rookie (a favorite post, she’s full of secrets)

best financial blog
Mr. Money Mustache (a favorite post, How much is that bitch costin ya?)

best local blog
What I Wore Today (a favorite post, Before Eight)

favorite novel of the year
The Jazz Bird by Craig Holden

best nonfiction
Her Mother’s Daughter: A Memoir of the Mother I Never Knew and of My Daughter, Courtney Love by Linda Carroll

best biography
Bossypants by Tina Fey

favorite new (to me) music
Betty Blowtorch

Favorite new sad bastard music
Scala & Kolacny Brothers

favorite documentary
Bill Cunningham New York (available on netflix streaming)

favorite music documentary
Foo Fighters: Back and Forth

favorite new tv show
New Girl

favorite obsession (same as last year)

best ‘what’s old is new again’
My So-Called Life

best useful website

LOL can actually happen

I lol’ed (for real) reading this post from Peter Shankman, “Five guaranteed ways to get your story placed.” My favorite advice:

3) FOLLOW UP, FOLLOW UP, FOLLOW UP! You should start phoning the reporter (at home, preferably) no later than FORTY FIVE MINUTES AFTER YOUR INITIAL PITCH. Continue in two-hour increments, handing over the night-time duties to a subordinate – Remember – The squeaky wheel gets the grease – In this case, squeak every two hours until the reporter covers you.

What is scary is there are PR people that actually do this. This is exactly why I belong to both PRSA and SPJ…to make sure that I don’t forget what it’s like being the other guy.