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New year, new layout, new beginnings!


Today I was going to go on a #23til23 adventure to a local botanical garden and hang out in the bamboo forest, writing poetry while I pretended to meditate. Unfortunately, I woke up with a sore throat and a cold so I ended up sleeping and medicating instead of writing and meditating.

Somehow, in between doses of tea, soup, tylenol, and cold medicine, I (probably in a state of delusional being) decided to completely redo the layout and feel of my site. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile, and I finally decided to just take the leap. (I also thought the revamp Casey did at LifeWithRoozle was really awesome and I had a bit of pretty-blog envy.)

The result? Well, you’re looking at it. With a few tweets of feedback from my friend Dana of The Dragyn’s Lair  I settle on the orange highlights. Bada bing, bada boom, and GingerSass is now looking fresher and sassier than ever! It’s a really great way to start off the new year, and a really great part of my #23til23 journey!


Much to my surprise, the new layout allows my blog to show up a lot nicer on smartphones and other mobile devices.

What do you think of the new layout?

2012: A Year in Review

Tonight is the last Friday night of 2012, exactly one week after the world was supposed to end. A lot has happened in 2012, and I decided to highlight everything significant that happened to me this year, month by month.


It’s been one heck of a year at GingerSass.


Not much happened in January. I turned 22, which was actually a better birthday than my 21st. My friend convinced the bartender at a local bar that I should be given a free bottle of champagne because my 21st coincided with a blizzard and I didn’t get to celebrate. I received a stuffed unicorn and zebra print seat covers from my parents. I, once again, pleaded to Ellen as to why we should celebrate our birthday together and she ignored me. Ya know, the usual.


I made it onto PostSecret for the first time. Whitney Houston died and I was devastated so I wrote a poem. Ryan Murphy pissed me off so I wrote him an angry tumblr post turned into a letter, which he never responded to.


March was a very important month for me– I STARTED GINGERSASS! (All of the posts posted before March 25th were transferred from my tumblr site.) Fun fact– GingerSass was started because I was pretending to be an investigative reporter at the Sex, Love, and Dating Conference. Also, Adrienne Rich died, which devastated me. A lot.


April freaking rocked. Highlights of the month include:

volunteering with NOH8 and later being featured on their website
meeting Frank Warren at my first PostSecret event
saw an opera and a concert in one week
my Poefy (poetry-wifey) was fantabulous in The Vagina Monologues and I wrote about it


May was a good month for me. Obama came out in support of gay marriage. I won an award. I graduated college. Life was pretty awesome to me in May.


June was an interesting month. I started it out writing about suicide after finding out that the partner of my friend who had committed suicide also committed suicide. I wrote a bunch of 10 Minute Musings for a grad class and reconnected with myself. I came out to my family as a blogger, with the support of Cady McClain, aka Dixie from All My Children. I even inspired her alter-ego, Suzy F*cking Homemaker, to create an internet meme. Suzy also encouraged me to write a post on why I want to be a celesbian…so I did. I also  booked and performed my first paid poetry gig, which was pretty darn awesome.


July started off with a roadtrip to Massachusetts with Poefy to the wedding of Taylor and Mike. I basked in the glory of cheeseball goodness. (This post is still one of my most-visited posts, btw.) I fell in love with my job over the summer. I also figured out What Obama Taught Me. I indulged in Restaurant Week. Then I got serious about my blog, invested in an actually site host, got free magnets, and was overwhelmed by the idea of going to BlogHer. I also posted about teacher dress codes, which is also one of my most-visited posts of all time.


August started off with me going to BlogHer’12 and MY LIFE CHANGING FOREVER. I made so many blogging friends through BlogHer, and I’m going to (eventually) categorize them on her so you can so who I’m reading. I also won a happy hour party in August and celebrated with wings and food at a local bar with my friends. Woohoo! To top August off, I started my new job, got an apartment to go along with it, and ruminated on why Res Life will always be a part of me.


September was an emotional, crazy month. I had an awesome first week of September. I was a national runner up to be the next Verizon Ultimate Insider, mentioned on AfterEllen, and yogurt was on sale. I made it through the one year deathaversary of my friend’s suicide, and I participated in yet another walk for dead people. September was emotional, tough, and trying, but I got through it.


October started off with me reflecting on how much I love my car. I also met Jack Hanna, which was a childhood dream come true. I had a kickass lesson on bullying on National Coming Out Day and fell even more in love with teaching. I went to the Dodge Poetry Festival for the first time as an educator, and I helped my students fall in love with poetry. I met Geena Davis and she told me, “You’re changing the world to be a place I want to be in. Keep up the good work.” I saw Melissa Etheridge in concert. I survived Hurricane Sandy, was really upset that Sandy canceled Halloween, and was upset by the whole Sandy experience.


November feels like such a long time ago. I participated in NaBloPoMo for the first time and wrote about how I’m a Jersey girl, how Sandy domesticated me, and what Obama’s win meant to me. I also talked about bacon, ghosts, and just how important it was that I found my voice again by going to poetry open mics. I cut my hair, took silly webcam pics, and thought about my future. I ended my first NaBloPoMo experience by being grateful for stickers, and really having peace in knowing that I’m on the right track for what I want to do with my life.


December flew by. I think the biggest thing that happened to me this month, right before my student teaching internship ended, was that I realized why I want to teach. I arranged for an assembly for my Creative Writing students, and  it really changed my relationship with them forever. It taught one student to not be afraid to be who she is, and this, in return, encouraged me to come out to her. She then wrote me a note and made me cry. Then the Newtown, Connecticut shooting happened and it hit really close to home, as it was the first school shooting that has happened since I began student teaching. My students asked me if I would take a bullet for them, and I was able to respond honestly and say yes. Student teaching ended, and I managed to make it to the parking lot after school before crying. I got creeped out by the whole Elf on a Shelf phenomenon, but secretly loved my creepy little elf.

2012 was a year of growth. I rediscovered my writing identity, and GingerSass became a very large part of who I am. I’m grateful for the opportunities blogging has given me this past year, and I cannot wait to see what 2013 holds.

Happy New Year, folks! What are you looking forward to in 2013?

PS I’m not sure if I’ll be able to attend or not, but if you’ll be at home this NYE, consider joining in on #Tweetin13. There are prizes, fun people, and it’s hosted by two of my favorite ladies. Get on it!

NaBloPoMo 2012– November 25: Sappy Seasons Greetings

November is always a family-filled month for me. Between November 19th and November 29th, there are 4 birthdays, Thanksgiving, and at least one family birthday party. This year, Thanksgiving fell on my Grandma’s birthday. Two days later, we gathered to celebrate my cousin’s birthday. I love my family dearly, but something caused me to do a lot of reflecting this year during Thanksgiving Break.

For reasons I cannot explain, despite the fact that I was excited to spend time with my family and have a few days off from school, I found the idea of Thanksgiving to be very depressing. It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m two months away from turning 23, but I found myself spending a lot of Thanksgiving break thinking about my future.

I’ve been yearning for a place of my own lately that isn’t a part of University Housing. I want a house with a porch, a bit of a yard, and space for me to leisurely stroll around, garden, or even walk a dog. With dreams of a small house of my own (which, if I save enough money, I may actually be able to afford in the next few years!) came dreams of sharing my house with someone else. As one of my favorite fictional characters, Liz Lemon, has said, “I just wish I could start a relationship about twelve years in, when you really don’t have to try anymore, and you can just sit around together and goof on TV shows, and then go to bed without anybody trying any funny business.” I yearn for a committed, loving relationship with a sense of permanency. I know I’m young (see? I can read your minds, readers-o-mine!), but I’m an old soul. I’m ready to settle down with the lady of my dreams and start a life together. I just have to meet her first.

In the weird way that my mind works (and has been working), I have had baby fever for a few months now. I had been able to control it by babysitting for my friends, but even that hasn’t subdued my motherly urges lately. While I’m nowhere near ready to welcome a child into my life, I know that I’d be able to handle the responsibility of taking care of someone else. I should really look into getting a pet rock. Instead, as I attended family gathering after family gathering and took care of my youngest cousin, who is approximately 22 years and 3 months younger than me, I actually found myself thinking about how surreal it is that I’m at a point in my life where, if I were to become a modern day Mary Magdalene and have some immaculate conception happen in my life I’d actually be able to step up to the plate and be a responsible young mother. In less than a year I’ll be a paid member of the teaching profession, perhaps living on my own, and actually being a real adult. This realization caused my mind to drift and reflect on my future, and I started wondering what my life will hold in the next 5, 10 years: Will I be married? Will I have children? Will I adopt children? Will I be a foster parent? Will I have a dog? Sometimes the most terrifying thing about the future is its uncertainty.

It’s like ButchesandBabies, except I’m a femme. And I disguised the lil squish for the protection of the criminally adorable. Happy Thanksgiving?

As I drove back to school tonight, I was listening to the Christmas songs on the radio and I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. I loveloveLOVE Christmas music so this was incredibly shocking to me. I actually got teary eyed as I thought about how so many of my younger cousins (I’m the oldest of 12) have significant others, and how sad the idea of being alone on Christmas makes me this year. I know I won’t be alone, as I have a wonderfully large, loving family, but there’s something inside of me that’s telling me I need to settle down, have matching stockings to hang with someone, and start a future. Hell, I just want someone to hold me as I stare at my beautifully lit Christmas tree, listening to Christmas songs, and enjoying the warmth of the holiday season.

I’m not sure what has gotten into me lately, and I know I have a long way to go before I can obtain any of these dreams. i just wish I could look into a crystal ball sometimes and know that everything’s going to turn out alright.

What sorts of thoughts do the holiday season bring to your head?