What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Being with you on vacation.
What is your greatest fear?
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Which living person do you most admire?
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I can be too judgmental.
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Not being able to see that they could do more in their lives.
What is your greatest extravagance?
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
Which living person do you most despise?
Oh man, I don't want to say DT but he's pretty despicable.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
What is your greatest regret?
Not having met you earlier in life.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Do you even have to ask? My husband Jason Grisell, I couldn't possibly ask for a better partner. You make me better.
When and where were you happiest?
The day I got married.
Which talent would you most like to have?
I wish I was an amazing tailor.
What is your current state of mind?
Fairly relaxed, a little bit worried, constantly planning.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I'd like to have less anxiety and more money.
If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
They would get along better.
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Moving to New York and teaching myself fashion design and all of the techniques I use to create.
If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
A rock star.
What is your most treasured possession?
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
- Dear Iowa
I miss you every summer
When Dad was alive
When David was alive
When Mom was healthy
I grieve for the days
When the weather was so hot
The sun so bright
The sky so clear
The wind like a trickle
The trees swaying
The lawn freshly mowed
The rumble of the cars slowly making their way down
The cobbled street in front of our house
Reading books on the front porch
Riding bikes with Johnny to the pool
Playing baseball with a fat red whiffle ball bat and tennis ball
Jumping out of the magnolia tree on a make-shift bungee cord
Fashioned from a popped bicycle inner tube
Walking down the railroad tracks
Wading through the creek
Telephones ringing as you walked by the neighbors houses
Their loud hellos
Picking berries with Dad and smelling like the vanilla
We dabbed on to ward off mosquitos
Hearing Mom’s laugh
I miss you Iowa
I love you
But I don’t want to live with you anymore.