with Ashley C. Ford
The last thing that made you smile
Watching my fiancé get ready for work. He’s so deliberate, and his hair whips around him the entire time because his movements are so quick. In those moments, when his mind is focused on the location of his keys/headphones/cellphone, I feel like I’m looking at him through a sheet of glass. As if we aren’t in the same room. As if I’m watching a stranger go about his morning, calmly or frantically, and in all of it, he is beautiful. I smile because in those moments I feel less like a fiancé, girlfriend, or partner. In those moments, I feel like a witness. And a lucky one at that.
As a small child I found out that I was a very good liar, and how hard lies are to keep track of. As an adult, I am still a very good liar, but I can’t bring myself to do it unless I am being cat-called. I have lied to every man who has ever approached me on the street.
The last thing you wrote
An essay for my job. I wish I’d had more time to work on it. But that’s how I feel about everything I’ve ever written.
Your favourite city
I’m still not sure I’ve been to enough cities enough times to know which is my favorite. As much as I love to travel, I’ve only recently acquired the resources and confidence it takes to travel in such a way that one might have a city that cuts above the rest. But I’m just getting started. So far, I’ve loved every city I’ve visited except Rome, which I still liked. However, if there’s a city where I can most rest easy (and happily) it would be Indianapolis, Indiana.
What you’d place in a time capsule
The entire Golden Girls series on DVD.