Who killed the pork chops?

I’m Tanya. I live in New York City. I love children and food, and I love books, and I’m working toward a life that includes all of the above.

I love seafood. I hate balloons. I love wine and Tanqueray and singing in the car.

I miss having a car.

I live in Astoria, where I can see the Manhattan skyline from my front bedroom.

I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, and I love everything about it, though living in Queens has driven me to purchase a Mets hat.

I like dancing in the rain and playing drunken softball games, and I hate when people touch my face. I idolize Fred Rogers, and the most profound and perfect book ever written is Travels With Charley by John Steinbeck.

I started a blog when I was 12, because I’ve always had a lot in my head I needed to put somewhere. I like to think my writing has gone somewhere better, while my readership has plummeted. Strange how that works.

I write for me. My muse says I need to muse.

–We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread

bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re blessed
by our own seed & golden hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
sitdown vision.
Allen Ginsberg, “Sunflower Sutra” Berkeley, 1955

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