So, let’s go back to the 100 questions Alexandra Franzen shared and see what’s what, shall we?
What’s the best birthday cake you ever ate?
Lauren always made me my favorite birthday cake – devil’s food cake with buttercream icing. These were always the best because she made all of it from scratch. With love. Nothing will ever beat that.
How do you engage with panhandlers on the street?
You’d think I’d react better than being all uncomfortable but I don’t. I mostly get nervous and avoid them. Shitty. I know. (hangs head in shame)
Do you think LOVE is chemical, intellectual, spiritual — or completely undefinable?
It’s all of the above. And there’s just no accounting for taste, is there?
Have you ever dreamed about starting a business? (Or if you’ve already got one — a new business?)
Having my own business was NEVER on my radar – I always assumed I’d work for someone else until I no longer could do that. There are challenges to being self-employed as there are challenges in working for someone else. For me, it was time for that different challenge, you know?
Are you afraid of flying in airplanes? (How come?)
NO! I love airplanes! Taking off always feels to me like I am physically zooming down the runway, going faster and faster until I just become airborne. It feels like freedom to me. Now, flying on a commercial plane does NOT feel like freedom to me. I feel penned in and almost like we’re cattle. Not a fan of that part of it.
What’s your most urgent priority for the rest of the year?
Get my business rocking and rolling BIG TIME! No more playing small, yo! (Also, lose some poundage and whatnot)
If you could master any instrument on earth, what would it be?
I long to play the piano.
Have you ever been genuinely afraid for your physical safety?
The last time I was sure I was going to die was biking down Mt. Haleakala in Hawaii. I was newly married, feeling mighty trim in body and decided that riding a bike down the side of a dormant volcano was a super fun idea. The beginning of the ride involves a lot of hairpin turns and seeing as how I hadn’t been on a bike (much less one suited for this kind of riding) in oh, about 20 years, this would become my undoing. I was nervous about it to begin with and Duty (who was riding behind me) could see that I was having some trouble navigating those damn turns.
At one point, I was certain that I was going to veer off the road and get pitched down a huge valley. I actually had this thought: “Well, at least I got married before I died.”
Still shaking from that close call, I got off my bike and promptly put it in the car that follows the riders and slid in the front seat next to the driver. I. Was. Done.
Duty finished the ride down with the rest of the group and I followed behind in the car. Because I am a dork and who the hell thought that was a good idea, anyway?