dog parks, dogs, Florida, places

Picnic Island Dog Beach (Tampa, FL)

7409 Picnic Island Blvd, Tampa, FL 33616

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I love the dog beach! It’s so nice to sit and let my dog run around while looking at something pretty. Even though this dog beach is called Picnic Island, it’s never crossed my mind to bring a picnic there until now.

picnic island dog beach tampa

This is one of the biggest dog parks/beaches I go to, if not the biggest. There’s so much space. That’s nice because people can interact when they want, or do their own thing.

picnic island dog beach tampa

There are a few park benches and they’re pretty far apart, so it’s really easy to sit and read without having to talk with anyone.

picnic island dog beach tampa

Every time I’ve been here, I’ve seen fish jump out of the water, which is fun. Although since then someone told me that fish jump out of water when the water is polluted and they’re trying to get more oxygen…

picnic island dog beach tampa

If you’re in Tampa, I highly recommend Picnic Island Dog Beach. There aren’t big and small dog areas, but every time I’ve been there, the big dogs have been friendly. Also, it’s a waaay less busy dog beach than Davis Island Dog Beach, which is perfect for introverts like me.

Florida, non-profit organizations, places, political action, Public Policy, society

Volunteering for Planned Parenthood

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Like many people, I was motivated to get more politically involved by Trump’s election and the Women’s March. In early 2017, I decided to begin volunteering for the ACLU and Planned Parenthood.

One of the first events I volunteered for involved contributing to a physical presence on the day of an anti-Planned Parenthood protest. We weren’t supposed to think of ourselves as counter-protesters since we weren’t protesting anything. Our goal was to overshadow the protesters so anyone coming to the clinic felt welcomed and not bombarded, and so people driving past noticed us more than them.

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Standing in the line on the street was fun. I felt some of that same Women’s March excitement in the air. People talked more about Trump than about the protesters. It was clear that his inauguration had spurred people into action. Like me, many of the people there were volunteering for Planned Parenthood for the first time.

The event was eye-opening for me. Our show of support for Planned Parenthood in the face of the protesters was dramatic. We arrived before they did, stayed later, and outnumbered them by at least 3-to-1. Also, they were more pathetic than I had expected them to be. I figured I’d feel anger when facing the protesters, but I felt sad. There were some elderly men, and also families with children whose faces showed they had been forced to attend. Their signs were full of fear-inducing phrases in ugly colors and fonts, while ours were bright pink. The protesters looked miserable; the Planned Parenthood side was joyful.

planned parenthood

This event was meaningful for me in more ways than one–it was the first time I publicly showed support for the pro-choice movement. I’ve been pro-choice for over a decade, but it’s the one political issue I’ve shied away from posting on social media about, or discussing with family. I was raised in a fairly conservative Christian household. Abortion is a major issue for most of my family members. When they vote Democrat, they do so with a heavy heart because of this one issue. I know that they are not ignorant or insensitive zealots–they are caring and compassionate. They genuinely view abortion as murder, and want it to be illegal in order to save lives.

I began calling and thinking of myself as a liberal when I was around 17 years old, but for the first couple years, I’d mention abortion as the one issue I disagreed with–I thought it should only be allowed in special circumstances, such as rape or incest. At some point in my early twenties I began considering myself pro-choice, but if anyone asked about my beliefs, I’d say, “I’d never get an abortion, but I think other people should be able to if they want.”

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Now, at 36, over two decades after I first began developing my political beliefs, I feel comfortable standing in the street wearing hot pink and holding a Planned Parenthood sign. I can say I’m pro-choice without wanting to add a preface or any qualifications to the statement. The evolution of my beliefs helps me feel kindness and compassion toward people who believe differently, at least on this issue. It also shows me that political stances are fluid, not static, which gives me hope for our country overall.

Talking about politics is important. My beliefs on abortion wouldn’t have shifted if I hadn’t encountered so many people who were pro-choice, if I hadn’t been forced to evaluate my beliefs and why I held them, over and over. This is why I want to make an effort to speak up more. I’m still figuring out how to do so in a way that is kind and open rather than judgmental or forceful. Blogging posts like this is one of those ways.

eating, Florida, food, health, places, vegan

Vegan brunch @ New Leaf Elementals

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In March, I went to a vegan brunch meetup at New Leaf Elementals in Tampa. I’d begun eating vegan on March 1st and wanted to do whatever I could to make it stick. I’d been vegetarian for over a year (vegetarian again, I should say–earlier in life I’d been vegetarian for nearly 12 years), and eating mostly vegan (vegan at home, vegetarian in restaurants) for a few months, but I was really afraid that even though I wanted to go vegan, I wouldn’t be able to do it. I’ll probably write a post about how and why I made the switch later.

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The setup at New Leaf surprised me. It was a small gift shop with many crystals, candles, and other items. At first I thought I was in the wrong place, but after timidly asking the cashier about the brunch, she led me through a door that revealed a second larger room set with tables and chairs. I said, “Oh, I thought this was a restaurant,” then felt kind of bad when she replied, “It is.” The homey setup gave more of a family gathering feel, but the cashier showed me the menu that is available on non-brunch days.

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I was one of the first people there. I’d found out about the meetup through a vegan singles group that has since closed. The Florida Voices for Animals group posts a lot of vegan brunches and meet-ups too, however, and most of the people I met at this event were from that group. I paid for my brunch (I forget how much it was–$12-ish?), then loitered around trying not to feel awkward while waiting for more people to arrive.

new leaf elementals

I eagerly scoped out the food, partially because I was hungry, and partially because I was looking for ideas for vegan meals to cook at home. The tofu scramble was the dish I really picked up on. It looked exactly like scrambled eggs, so I double-checked with the chef to make sure it wasn’t before taking some. I asked her how to make it and she said just mash up tofu in a frying pan, add turmeric and/or cumin to make it look yellow, and throw in whatever other vegetables and spices I’d like. Tofu scramble is something I’ve made a few times over the past few months–it’s a tasty thing to make that can use up pretty much whatever leftover veggies are hanging out in the fridge and still feel like a real meal.

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The brunch was good. It was denser than what I usually eat, with potatoes, waffles, and fake meats, but it tasted good. I generally try to stay away from fake meats (they often have soy protein isolate, which can trigger migraines in me), but just this once didn’t cause a problem. I am also trying to stay away from refined flour for the most part (it upsets IBS and leads to sugar cravings, at least for me), but again, just this once wasn’t an issue. I am learning that for me, healthy veganism has a lot to do with moderation.

I enjoyed the company. There were people from many different walks of life there, and most people didn’t know each other, so I didn’t feel left out once the conversation started. We talked about veganism, as I expected, but also politics, traveling, and other things. It was pretty interesting to hear people’s stories. Most of them had come to the brunch for the same reason I did–they don’t have other vegans in their lives and wanted to feel a sense of community and support.


dog parks, dogs, Florida, places

Carolyn Meeker Dog Park

Carolyn Meeker Dog Park
122 1st Avenue SW
Lutz, FL 33548

Carolyn Meeker dog park

The Carolyn Meeker Dog Park is a nice sized dog park north of Tampa in Lutz, Florida. Even though Lutz isn’t very far away, it has quite the rural, small town type of feel.

Carolyn Meeker dog park

The dog park is broken up into two sections–one for small dogs and another for large dogs, which I always appreciate. The small dog area looks a lot nicer, imo, with more of the ground being covered in grass.

Carolyn Meeker dog park

I’ve been to this dog park a few times, and while it doesn’t usually get crowded, there’s usually always at least one other dog that stops by while I’m there. The small dogs were the perfect size to play with my dog.

Carolyn Meeker dog park

When my dog was a pup, he’d play with large dogs no problem. It makes me sad that he’s so scared now. But that doesn’t really matter at parks like this, where the areas are separated and owners actually respect the rules.

Carolyn Meeker dog park

I looked up Carolyn Meeker, out of curiosity. (For some reason there’s nothing about her on the history of Carolyn Meeker Park page.) If the obituary I found is for the same Carolyn Meeker, which I’m sure it is, she was very active in Lutz civic life and also a bell ringer at the local Catholic Church.

Now I can only think about one thing: what do I have to do to get a dog park named after me?

dog parks, dogs

Queenie’s Dog Park

Queenie’s Dog Park
1710 N. Highland Ave.
Tampa, FL 33602

Queenie’s is a nice little dog park north of downtown Tampa.

At first I thought it wouldn’t be enjoyable because of the fake ground covering much of it. It looks like blacktop, but is spongy. What is that stuff called? I know it’s good for trails because it doesn’t put as much strain on the joints of runners.

Walnut didn’t seem to mind, though. I sat at a picnic table and read a book. At first we were the only ones there, but within 30 minutes two large dogs and four small dogs arrived. All of them were well-behaved and the owners were friendly, but not too friendly. Multiple people chatted with me briefly, but no one tried to force me into a long conversation. Rejoice!

After we left the dog park, I walked around a little to check out the area. It’s pretty nice and on the river walk. There is also a water park next door that was full of kids and moms, but I didn’t photograph it.

I find myself wondering, why am I blogging about dog parks? But then I remember, I feel like it.

dog parks, dogs, Florida, places

Rowlett Dog Park (Tampa, FL)

Address: 2401 E Yukon St, Tampa, FL 33604

rowlett dog parkI’m going to begin blogging about dog parks starting…now! I’m still going to blog about a bunch of other stuff (probably much more often now that I’m finishing school), so if you’re not into dog parks or don’t live in Florida, skip the dog park posts but still stay tuned.

Rowlett dog park was okay. It’s in the northern part of Tampa not far from where I live, so that appealed to me. It looked different from any other dog park I’ve been to–as soon as you enter, you rowlett dog parkwalk on an extended wooden walkway. My dog seemed to like that.

There were many cool things around for dog agility. I haven’t trained my dog in agility, but sometimes I think I’d like to, just for the fun of it, so it’s nice to know there are parks with agility courses nearby.

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I saw a small dog area that also had an agility course, but it was locked up. I couldn’t find a sign stating a reason for it being closed. The small dog area looked very small in comparison to the rest of the park.

I really wish the small dog area had been open. We didn’t have the best experience at this park. There were several dogs there, all large, and two of them would not leave my dog alone. They weren’t overly aggressive and were just trying to play, I’m sure, but one of them kept barking over and over, which was scaring my dog, and together they were guarding him so he couldn’t run away.

At one point, Walnut, yelping in fear, broke away from the two large dogs to chase after me and a woman sitting on a picnic table said, “Run for your life!” to him. I’m sure she was joking, but it added to a feeling that my small dog didn’t belong there. She was essentially making fun of my dog for being harassed.rowlett dog park

I sat alone on a bench to read and my dog stayed pretty close to me since he was now scared. The dog that wouldn’t stop barking, kept coming over. Walnut would then hide under the bench and the big dog would stand there and bark at him. At one point the owner finally came over and pulled his dog away, but he acted irritated with me, as if the problem was my dog hiding under the bench rather than his dog barking repeatedly.

I know a lot about dogs and dog behavior and never know exactly how much to share with others when I’m at the dog park. I don’t want to come off as rude or condescending. Really though, dogs shouldn’t be continually barking at the dog park. It riles up the other dogs and even if the barking dog isn’t aggressive, consistent barking in a large group of dogs can lead to a dog fight. Dog owners who allow their dog to bark over and over at the park annoy me, though I usually don’t say anything and I didn’t say anything this day.

rowlett dog parkI also know a lot about dog owners and feel like many large dog owners do not like small dogs and vice-versa. Now maybe that wasn’t the case here, but it sure felt like it. There were several large dogs at the park, two of them acting inappropriately and terrifying my small dog, and all the humans essentially laughed at my dog instead of feeling bad for him or trying to intervene.

Later, a couple came into the dog park with another small dog. Not as small as my 9-pound dog, but maybe in the 20-30 lbs. range. The annoying barking dog began circling it, barking at it, scaring it, and generally not leaving it alone and shortly after, the other dog that had been harassing my dog began circling and guarding it. One of the small dog’s owners asked, “Whose dogs are these?” but no one answered him. Finally, the couple physically picked their dog up to get it away from the other two dogs and then they left, carrying their dog all the way out. I felt bad they had to experience that, but it also gave me vindication that it showed the dog owners that the issue was blatantly the two large dogs barking and guarding and not my dog acting scared. I decided to leave too.

I know one (or two) bad dogs shouldn’t ruin an entire dog park for me, but I don’t think I’ll be coming back to Rowlett any time soon unless the small dog section opens back up. I’ve been to a lot of dog parks and noticed two things: 1, they have regulars who come week after week and 2, they each have a certain culture. Maybe this was an off day at Rowlett, but I don’t want Walnut to have to face those annoying dogs again, and I don’t want to be around dog owners who laugh instead of intervening when a dog is being bullied.



education, learning, mfa, money, teaching, writing

MFA Halfway Update

I am officially halfway done with my MFA creative writing program. It’s been a wild ride! I’m giving an update because I’ve blogged about MFA programs so much before (whether or not to get an MFA, how much it cost to apply, what’s up with MFA creative writing rankings, where to apply, update after first semester). I’m not sure where to start, however. Most people who want to read about MFAs are those considering pursuing one, and I have no clue whether or not pursuing an MFA is a good thing for any specific person. It’s such an individualized decision, I can’t say “do it” or “don’t do it.” I can, however, ruminate on the positives and negatives of my experience.


I’ve been teaching writing to undergraduates and I’ll be credentialed to teach college when I graduate. This is the biggest difference between doing what I’m doing within an MFA program and doing something similar with writing on my own. I am teaching and I love it. Before coming to USF, I didn’t really know if I had an interest in pursuing an academic career. I am still not 100% set on it, but I’m open to it and think it’d be fun, challenging, and a good fit for me.

I’ve found an amazing community. This will probably be the biggest benefit of the MFA program. Before coming here, I was attending a weekly workshop and I had friends and family who would read and critique my writing so I wasn’t community-less, but my network was nothing like what I have now. I’m surrounded by people who are as motivated by and interested in writing as I am. My hope is that we stay in touch and act as readers for each other for years after graduation.

Just being in this environment is enriching and encouraging–the people I’m surrounded by regularly introduce me to new things and challenge me as a writer. My professors have given me lit mag and author recommendations based on my writing style and I finally feel like I’m finding my niche in the writing world, largely because of their help. Also, there’s no way I would’ve started weirderary and First Draft if I hadn’t met TJ and Colleen.

I’ve learned a lot. I had almost no formal creative writing instruction prior to this aside from an entry-level undergrad class I took over a decade ago so I wasn’t sure what to expect from an MFA program. I’ve learned so much about writing craft and technique, and about pedagogy and teaching practice. I’ve also learned very practical things, such as how to create a good CV and what to put in a teaching philosophy statement.

I got to move to Florida. I grew up in Illinois and adore it (particularly Chicagoland), but for most of my adult life I secretly felt shitty about myself because I knew that I’d wanted to move away and had never done it. Finally, at age thirty-two, I followed my desire/faced my fears and moved to Denver. I think that played a big role in me gaining the confidence to apply to MFA programs all over the country. I don’t know if I’ll stay in Florida forever, but I like it a lot and regularly feel grateful to be here.

I trust that I am “all in” as a writer. I know getting an MFA is not necessary and I admire workaday writers who are able to view writing as their true love and passion even though it is not related to their day job. For me, however, having an unrelated (or, I guess, only somewhat related) day job led to me feeling all sorts of insecurities about myself as a writer. I worried that even if I wrote on a daily basis, writing would remain nothing more than a hobby in my life if I didn’t pursue it as my primary career. Quitting my job, moving across the country, and focusing on an MFA program full-time proved to me that I am “all in,” and it gave me confidence in myself as a writer. I no longer question my commitment to writing or worry that it’ll get sidelined in my life or become something I never pursued as fully as I wanted to.


My writing practice has suffered. My novel progress has stalled. I had a completed draft (actually a third or fourth draft) of a novel manuscript before coming here. The single most difficult part of being in an MFA program is knowing that I probably would’ve had that manuscript all polished up and sent to agents by now if I hadn’t come here. At times, I’ve resented class assignments, knowing my time spent doing homework could’ve been spent revising my novel. I’ve had to remind myself that I am becoming a better writer during my time here and, although my novel is taking longer to complete, it should be of a higher quality when I’m actually finished with it.

I realize that this difficulty is partially due to how I work–it’s not that I never have a spare minute to write; it’s that I prefer longer blocks of time. When I worked 9-5, I could work on my novel for 3-4 hours on weeknights, and upwards of 10 hours on weekend days if I wanted.  Now, if I have only one hour free, I tend to use it on other things because it doesn’t feel like a long enough stretch of time to be able to dig into my novel and do substantial revising. I’m trying to work on this, though, and get used to revising in 30- and 60-minute bursts.

It’s really hard to be this busy. Moving forward, my workload should be a little lighter, but the last two semesters felt overwhelming. There was never a day where I didn’t have a long to do list (and never a day where I actually completed the list). I essentially spent two semesters feeling behind, stressed, and unprepared. I consistently completed work at the last minute and almost always felt as if there was too little time. I forced myself to continue to maintain a social life and do fun things alone such as watch movies. I realize this time could’ve been spent on school and maybe that would’ve helped me be less overwhelmed, but I refuse to live a life that has absolutely no leisure time.

I’m going to write a separate blog post about health in the near future, but I deal with fibromyalgia and other chronic health issues. One of my fears was that coming to grad school would trigger an illness flare-up. It did! I spent months running ragged, feeling awful, and on the brink of burnout and health disaster, which again is unique to me and I’m sure colors my view of the “negatives” of being in an MFA program.

It’s really hard to be this poor. I was/am also barely making it financially. This is difficult when being so strapped for time. I know I can do more outside work to help my financial situation, but that takes away from my writing and school work and adds to my busy-ness and stress. It also hurts my self-esteem and has caused me to question my decision to come here a few times. Many of my friends are in the getting-married-and-having-babies stage of life. I can’t afford to buy them nice gifts and that feels awful. I missed my cousin’s wedding because I couldn’t afford the flight, and was also unable to visit a close friend who suffered an injury because I couldn’t afford the flight. I knew going into an MFA program would involve financial sacrifice, but I guess I didn’t know the feeling of sacrifice would be so pronounced. It’s been a big challenge to focus on the positives when these types of things run through my mind on a daily basis.

I should note that this is also somewhat unique to my situation. I’ve never been great at managing money, and I entered into this MFA program even though I had a fair amount of debt and no savings. Because I already have a graduate degree, I am unable to take out student loans. I am not willing to make certain sacrifices I made last time I was in grad school, such as living with multiple roommates and going without a car. If I could do it over, I would’ve prepared savings in advance and paid much more attention to the financial side of programs when selecting which schools to apply to.

Sometimes I’ve felt like I’m doing this too late in life. I’m thirty-four years old. I already had a completed novel manuscript before coming here. I have a lot of “real world” work experience. While I’m not the oldest person in my program, I am often the oldest one who hangs out socially and most of my friends here are five to ten years younger than I am. Although I don’t place a lot of importance on age, I sometimes feel a little too old to be a poor grad student. I have to actively fight off that voice in society/my head that says I should be making more money by this age and that I should be heading up my own projects, not taking classes, at this age. The experience has been humbling and forced me to check my ego and cast aside society’s conventions about what someone “should” be doing in their 30s.

I’ve really had to embrace the “better late than never” adage. Sure, I wish that when I was twenty-five years old, worried I was in the wrong grad program, researching MFA creative writing programs online, that I had had the confidence and motivation to move past idle internet searches. I wish I had reached out to people in MFA programs and learned more and made the switch then, ten years ago, when I first wanted to do it. I wish that I had left Illinois then, when I wanted to do it. But I didn’t. That’s just not how my life happened. I guess it’s taken me longer than some to find my career path, to become aware of my desires and goals, and to muster up the courage to go for it. Instead of focusing on regret over not having done this sooner, I’m learning to focus on feeling grateful that I’m doing it now.


My biggest takeaway from reflecting on my MFA experience is that when you’re really living and you’re pursuing the things you want to pursue, life is going to be huge and hard and amazing no matter what. I think getting an MFA is like doing any other big, major life thing. Beforehand, it sounds great and you know you want it, but once you’re there, it’s hard and takes a lot of work and isn’t always fun, just like any challenging job, or marriage or parenthood, I’m sure. Still, I’m glad I’m doing it.

My biggest goals for the second half of my MFA are to enjoy it and feel grateful for it every day. In the first half of my MFA, I allowed my stress to take over more times than I’d like to admit and I often found myself wishing for time to pass, aka for the semester to end. I don’t want to live or think that way. Time is so limited; I never want to wish for it to pass more quickly. That’s insanity. That’s avoiding the present moment and literally wishing to be closer to death. My other major goal is to finish revising my novel, to stop wishing for the expanses of time I had when I worked 9-5, and to learn to jump in and take advantage of the small pockets that pop up at different times on different days.

I know some other MFA students and some MFA hopefuls follow my blog–if you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comments and I will answer them.

events, live lit, readings


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Photo by Annalise Gray.

On October 9th, I was able to take part in a reading put on by USF’s MFA program. It’s called 6×6 (six by six, when said aloud), and the idea is that it features the creative writing of six graduate students and six undergraduate students.

It was super fun! I read “The Tooth.” Lots of positive feedback afterward.

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Photo by Colleen Kolba.

Reading reminded me how much I enjoy public speaking and how much I miss doing readings and storytelling. The Tampa area doesn’t have much of a live lit scene compared to Chicago and Denver. In fact, when I use the term “live lit” here, some people act suspicious and I feel like they think I made the term up. I’m hoping to help change that. First Draft, the live lit project I’m involved with out here, has some things in the works. Stay tuned.