i click on the red callout box
coming from the blue world
on the blue banner
i forget
is zuckerberg’s.

i select the notification
and wait
for the page to load.

i scroll and
see your name
and yours
and even yours
with a message
for me
to be happy
on my birthday.

i smile
and i click
and i smile

should i thank

you kept me
clicking all
day, smiling
all day,
but now
it’s tomorrow.

there is no red
on the blue banner.
but i know
i can click on my name
next to home
next to the blue world.

i scroll down screens
upon screens.
my smiles remember
the one day
in may
what the clicks
really mean.


My name is May. This is my month.

Of course I’ll share it with you. I mean, 31 days is more than plenty to go around.

What are you going to do with my month? It’s the best time of year with spring in full swing. Are you going to go on hikes? Go camping? Start exercising again?

Are you going to try to write more poetry? Start submitting your work to various publications?

What are you going to do with your garden? How do you plan to landscape your yard? Is mowing the lawn something you look forward to, more than raking leaves in the fall?

Will you get a puppy? I know people who really want puppies.

Will you be going on more dates? Will you try kissing more? Maybe you should work on your moves because then at least you’re working on something.

Go dancing. Fly kites. Sing scales. Don’t forget to include arpeggios.

Also, don’t forget Mother’s Day. Seriously.

We just renewed the lease on our apartment. We’ve been sporadically working on making our home cozy, a nice nook for us and books to live. Now that we’ll be here for another year we’re starting to feel more settled. We rearranged our bedroom so that it feels bigger. We put up a shelf for more of our books to live. We’ve hung some photographs and posters, and I’m considering curtains, but that seems too big of a commitment right now.  I know that sounds weird, but the idea of curtains excites and scares me at the same time.

We moved the bookshelf from our bedroom into the living area. We also bought another bookshelf for the living room. We rearranged a lot of the living space for the books, and now many hardcovers reside on the shelves in the living room. This opened up space in the library for us to get books out of storage so that they wouldn’t feel left out. I’m grateful they have a place now, but I can’t even imagine how the books feel.

As I write I realize that I could go on about how Reilly organized the paperbacks according to publisher but we have a lot of books from independent publishers, and I’d also like to organize his Spanish novels and my French ones, but then I wonder if I actually have a point to this post.

I mean, I guess I could liken books to people and this post could be about creating space for all types of people. Taking books out of the closet, that sort of thing. That would come across as pretty heavy-handed,  but I really can’t explain how much better I feel now that all our books are on the shelves.

We did all that in April.

Maybe my point is that I can’t wait to see what May brings.

Pun absolutely intended.

A Couple of Summer Photos

Courtesy of Deena's Camera

This is my birthday party my roommates threw for me. They’re sitting beside me, right up front. Maybe you can tell I’d been practicing this pose all day. Maybe I had also been working on my tan?

Courtesy of Chuck's iPhone
Courtesy of Chuck's iPhone

Becky was so nice to squat so it looks like we’re the same height. Graduations are almost like weddings to me. Festive, celebratory, symbolic – relatable to the gospel. My little heart inside of my 4’10” body was about to burst with pride. I’m sure one of the Master of Science grads would have been able to administer CPR. And maybe he would have been cute.

See what I mean with the friends? Leaving this place is going to be so bleepin’ hard.

May Is Such A Good Month

This is what I did today, and I wouldn’t have done anything else if I had the chance:


I watched my friend, Becky, graduate with her MBA from Baruch College! 

Here’s her name in the program:


Her name is actually printed on the right of the centerfold. She actually requested that, because she has a “reputation” to uphold, if you know what I mean.

Becky, I’m so proud of you, and I’m extremely grateful we’re friends. You deserve the very best in life.



More awesomeness at flickr.


Well, since blogs are inherently self-indulgent, I need to talk about my birthday some more.

I’ve celebrated seven birthdays here in NYC. Seven. In Biblical terms, that number symbolizes perfection. Completeness.

2003 – I hadn’t started my blog yet. (And when I did start it, I would only call it an “online journal” for years.) I went with my friend Janine and her roommate, Alicia to a one-man show. They actually let me tag along because I was still very new to the city and hadn’t made a lot of friends and the plans were very last-minute.

2004 – Oh, how funny. This is the year I sent CoffeeMate Creamer to a co-worker via interoffice mail, for fun, and it leaked everywhere and I got in pretty big trouble, because it kinda sorta turned into an anthrax scare. I mean, I was freaking out at the time, but now it’s pretty amusing. Stupid thing to do: New York City; white, liquidy, vanilla-scented substance, unsealed, all over the mail. C’est la vie, people.

2005 – That was the year we watched Episode III and I came up with that joke, and I threw a Napoleon Dynammite party. That was a cool party, people. Remember the invitation? Bingo, prizes, cake. Good crowd. Thank goodness the party was close to where we held Stake Conference that evening. Party on a Saturday. Nice.

2006 – Man, that was my 30th. What a great year! I had a XXX birthday party. That’s the Roman numeral for 30, you pervs. We had pulled barbecue pork sandwiches, lemon-mint lemonade, several types of desserts, and quite a few people showed up to my studio apartment on Bennett Avenue. There were worksheets with a matching game as well as a crossword puzzle about me. I’ll have to scan that in one of these days. That was also the year I came out pretty openly about my love for spelling bees.

2007 – 31. Prime number. This birthday was pretty laid back. I mean, how else can you follow your 30th? It was definitely time to start mellowing out. That was the summer I started cycling more and would put 30-40 miles on my bike every weekend.

2008 – So, I didn’t throw a party this year, either, but this was the year Becky and I roadtripped to Charlotte, NC and this was the year I had a month’s worth of dates and this was the year I got my driver’s license and started the process for naturalization. 32 was a good year. 2 to the 5th power.

2009 – My 7th birthday here in the city. It’s been wonderful. I’m trying not to talk about things that would dampen the spirit of my birthday, but it really does feel like my experience here in New York City has come full circle.

I’ve made friends who feel like family. I’ve made family into some of my very best friends. It’s time to focus. It’s time to let ourselves feel every emotion that goes along with this process. It’s time to be present in every single moment. This is New York City, after all. I’ve been awake for every single second of it. You know what I mean.


For some reason, I feel I don’t have any time to write. I’m already two days into my 34th year, and I feel a little bit of anxiety.

On my birthday, I went for a run. 30 minutes, hills, then I came home and stretched and did squats and lunges.

On my birthday, my friend Becky took me to dinner. She had a cold, yet she still walked around Greenwich Village. We ate at a cute little place called The New French, then tried to find a dessert place that seemed to move from the location I remembered six years ago, but ended up at Rocco’s. Sarah, I know you remember Rocco’s. On Bleecker.

Before we stepped into dessert, Becky requested an acappella quartet singing on the street to serenade me with a sweet rendition of “Happy Birthday.” The quartet’s name was Spank. Um, I would hyperlink that band name, but I’m afraid to Google it. But I will say the group sounded fantastic and Becky was very quick on her feet to get them to sing to me.

I had a chocolate cream pie as my birthday cake. If I do say so myself, 33 looks pretty good on me so far:

Then we hung out at Becky’s place and listened to music while she cleaned her apartment and then we fell asleep while a DVD was playing.

The day was gorgeous, and I was so grateful to spend it with one of my best friends in the whole wide world.

I think my next post is going to have to be about cookies. I may have to come up with a new favorite food, people.