I arrived in Phoenix in September 2006 with three suitcases for a four-week stay. I never left.
When I’m stuck in traffic, I do the same thing I do when I drive, text too much.
One thing my mother doesn’t know about me is nothing, really. She pretty much knows it all and if given the chance she will tell you what I won't.
On Saturday night you can find me at Burn.
My favorite thing about summer in Phoenix is pool parties — organized ones, impromptu ones . . .
If I could redo my first kiss, I’d kiss no one. I would never redo my first kiss. It was perfect, on the top of a Ferris wheel with someone really cute.
The one dessert I refuse to eat is cheesecake.
If I was mayor of Phoenix, I’d run the light rail until 2:30 a.m.
In high school, I was the kid whose mom let everyone stay over when they were fighting with their parents. My house was like a crazy hotel of sorts — we were always taking in strays of some sort. It's good to learn to share (even when you don't have much to share, you know).
In another life, I was myself. I think we get more than one life.
On my nightstand, you’ll find my computer.
The fictional character I’m most like is Curious George.
One thing I want to do before I die is work with the group that started the Abandoned Children's Center in Africa.
The best thing about Phoenix is the loyalty within the various scenes; watching the amazing growth spurt; the support we've received at Burn; and the dance floor at Glam.
