"Make interesting, glorious, fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art." - Neil Gaiman
My ancestors hail from Germany, China and Nicaragua on my mother's side and Italy, Spain and Cuba on my father's side. Growing up in a Hispanic-American household has made every portion of my life hyphenated. Diversity, in my blood and in my city, has nurtured my empathy, as have the stories on my bookshelf. I'm saved by grace. I found a guy cool enough to vow my love and companionship to him in front of our friends and family on a crisp January day. My parents have been staunch supporters of my, sometimes questionable, goals and ambitions, for which I am eternally grateful. I would not be a shred of the person I am without their sacrifices. My sister, 16, and brother, 3, make life so much sweeter. I'm a writer, which really just means I'm an average person with a penchant for stringing words together to make worlds out of questions. Scattered around my apartment are ideas written on napkins. I have memories of places, people and stories that don't exist except within me. It's pretty cool and utterly terrifying. Also scattered around my apartment are piles of books, a sad violin, various fandom paraphernalia, and mismatched socks. If my life had a theme song it would be Eliezer's Waltz. I'm studying English Literature and Speech-Language Pathology with plans to one day own a home by mountains with dogs that greet me at the door. I hope to write novels, to help those who don't have a voice, and to make my family proud. Here are two truths and a lie about me: I was a child model. I am colorblind. I cannot touch velvet. ~RHzzz |