About Lu

IMG_4519india: august 2013.

when she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke, not of her beauty, but of her weirdness, they wanted her to change back into what she had always been. but she had wings. -dean jackson.

the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of milk chocolate. a day without writing is a day wasted. two roads diverged in a yellow wood and i turned around for another cup of coffee. life is too short to drink cheap beer. this life according to me, Lu.

i am a nomad, a dreamer, a runner, writer, sister, traveler. i am addicted to coffee, coke zero, & chocolate, change. my left pinky is swollen from intensive journaling. i can put my feet behind my head. i sing in the shower. my poison is wine, red wine and all beer, especially fat tire, moose drool and microbrews. to chose a favorite novel would be as impossible as eating only one candy from a truffle box. i hate that i love kale. ambition is sexy. i consume peanut butter by the spoonful. current countries on my to see list: kenya, maldives, iceland, new zealand, south africa. i miss the show friends. i would like to give taylor kitsch my number. i only dance in the rain. christmas cookies are my happy place.

currently, i’m pursuing an MFA in fiction at the university of maryland.  i’m the “house mom” for Kappa Alpha Order fraternity. i’ve never lived anywhere longer than college (GETTYSBURG!). i’ve worked the oddest of jobs (in case the house mom thing isn’t a clear indication). Maryland is my 14th home in 26 years. i’ve traveled to 47 countries.  one day i hope to live on a farm. ya know, the usual.


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