I'm an improving mess.
I'm here to tell you about all my fuck-ups, from minor offenses like snapping at my 3-year-old because I have no patience, to bigger confessions, like getting fired for drinking on the job.
I write because my thoughts makes more sense on the page. I write so I don't sound like an idiot when I speak. I write because while thinking leads to anxiety, writing leads to peace.
Writing under a pseudonym gives me the freedom and courage to share what I otherwise might be too uncomfortable to share. It’s like roaming Hogwarts’ hallways with a Cloak of Invisibility. I get to explore dark places and forbidden grounds without fear.
Welcome to my secret library.
A Jersey girl who had a love affair with LA and found home on the coast of North Carolina.
I tout my former Division I field hockey player status like an Ivy Leaguer who name drops Harvard. (To be clear, I did not go to Harvard.)
I’m obsessed with Christmas and Harry Potter, and my favorite thing to do is make lip sync videos. I fantasize about signing up for TikTok but worry I’ll then neglect all other responsibilities.
Someday I'll be famous. And then I'll get to meet Jimmy Fallon.
My friends call me Bleeck.