My name is Patricia but you can call me Trish, even though it makes me sound like a gum-snapping vacant-eyed valley girl. Which I’m totally, like, not. At all. Whatever.  I’m married to a handsome micro-biology student named Michael who finds much of what I write on this website to be mildly embarrassing.  We live in the suburbs of Los Angeles with two dogs, two cats, two frogs, two fish tanks, and a pet python named after the devil. In our free time we are building an ark.  This is our family portrait:

Photo by Stephanie Gill Photography

Despite my blog title, I don’t actually take myself that seriously.  Except when I do. But I try not to. By day I am an office mouse, but by every other waking hour on earth I study law.  I earned my BFA from a university-accredited art conservatory where I spent four years rolling around on the floor in white body make-up, watching my tongue in a hand mirror, and trying to breathe through my anus. (It’s weird. You should try it!) My college transcripts include Yoga, Tai Chi, Punk Writing, Queer Books, and Singing For Actors. My husband thinks I should have studied science because I’ve always liked looking at the insides of things. I love toilet humor, malls, beer, nail polish, vintage things, and dead things. I’m super awkward at parties, super shy around strangers, and super loud around people I love.

In May of 2007, just three months after moving (with my husband and all the beasts) from my home town of sunny Los Angeles to the concrete jungle of New York City, I started writing  Frosty-licious, my first blog. I’d left everything and everyone (almost) I loved on a whim and was paying the price in homesickness and culture shock. At first I used blogging as a way to whine about how awful my first-world problems were. After a while I started writing instead of whining and before I knew it writing became my sanctuary. This blog is my sanctuary. Thank you for reading.