Top Ten Favorite Screen Characters

10.  Iron Man 

Because out of all the Avengers, he has the most character growth. By the end of the third one, he is taking serious steps to be his best self. Will this last? The Avengers 2 is coming out this spring, so we will see.

Favorite Quote: My armor was never a distraction or a hobby, it was a cocoon, and now I’m a changed man. You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys, but one thing you can’t take away – I am Iron Man.

9. Cory Matthews (Boy Meets Word/Girl Meets World)

There is little to DISLIKE about Cory Matthews. He has an unfaltering belief in God, in family, in his friends and that true love lasts forever. Never does he breathe a discouraging word, never is he hateful or unloving to anybody he meets. He is always respectful to authority figures and holds his father, mother and teacher, Mr. Feeny in the highest regard. And he never hesitates to do the right thing, even if it is the unpopular choice. I think if we had more Cory Matthews in real life, the world would be a brighter place.

Favorite Quote:  I believe in love like I believe in God: You can’t touch it, you can’t see it, but you can feel its wrath.

8. Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

He’s a different kind of Sherlock than the other ones I watch. A little more down-trodden by the world, a little more bruised. He has his vices and he’s beaten them. He’s loved and lost and learned to love again against all odds. He’s faced the dangers of falling into old habits and won the battle. He takes care of bees and wears funky socks, and when he lets somebody in, you can tell that he genuinely cares about them even if he is not that great at showing it. You are rooting for him to be the best man he can be. And ever since Joan Watson has come into his life, you can see the amazing changes he has made.

Favorite Quote: When I look back at the last 18 months I often categorize it as a grand experiment. The results which has demonstrated to me, much to my surpass, that I am capable can change. So, I will change… For you. For the sake of our partnership. For the sake of our work. Stay.

7. Joan Watson (Elementary)

Portrayed by the gorgeous Lucy Liu, she is making TV history by playing the first female Watson EVER. She doesn’t put up with any of Sherlock’s nonsense and has no qualms with putting him in place when he oversteps his boundaries. In the case of any great male-female relationship, she saves him from himself and he in turn shows her the kind of life she wants to live.

Favorite Quote: You have this kind of pull, like gravity. I am so lucky that I fell into your orbit.

6. Rose Morgan (the Mirror Has Two Faces)

Played by one of my favorites, Barbra Streisand, Rose is a single, middle-aged professor at a prestigious college. All of that changes when her younger sister answers an ad in her name. She meets and marries the handsome, middle-aged math professor, Gregory Larkin (Jeff Bridges). Their marriage is a unconventional one, born out of their friendship and mutual respect for each other. By the end of the movie, she has Gregory wrapped around her little finger and they get their happily ever after. Note, out of all the characters on this list, I relate to her the most from the way I feel about makeup to hiding my snacks all over the house to the way I feel about true love.

Favorite Quote (when Gregory asks her why she doesn’t wear makeup): What’s the point? I’d still look like me, only in color.

5. Kathleen Kelly (You’ve Got Mail)

I love everything about Kathleen. There is no need to get into a lengthy description why.

Favorite Quote:  People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re really saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all… has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store, did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store, and in a week it will be something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. Soon, it’ll just be a memory. In fact, someone, some foolish person, will probably think it’s a tribute to this city, the way it keeps changing on you, the way you can never count on it, or something. I know because that’s the sort of thing I’m always saying. But the truth is… I’m heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again, and no one can ever make it right.

4. Holly Golightly (Breakfast At Tiffany’s)

I think the young adult author, John Green, can best describe her “I was drizzle and she was a hurricane”. That sums her up exactly, Holly is a force to be reckoned with, she is larger than life but she is still a little girl in many ways. I love watching her onscreen growth from that of a scared little girl to one who is ready to face the things she is afraid of. And you can’t forget her amazing wardrobe.

Favorite Quote: A girl can’t read that sort of thing without her lipstick.

3. Lady Thiang (the King & I)

Ever since I was a little girl, I have LOVED the character of the King’s head wife. Ever since I was seven, I always thought that she really loved him despite his faults and that she was the one person who really knew the man behind the throne. I know now that the King & I is really a love story about Ana and the King, but I will never relinquish my belief that she loved him. That she was the only people who knew how to love him.

Favorite Quote: No quote, just the song Something Wonderful.

2. Patrick Jane (the Mentalist)

From the second I started to watch this show, I was drawn to this beautifully tragic man. I have probably gotten to know him better than any fictional character on this list (aside from my number one pick, Teresa Lisbon). For six whole seasons, I rooted for this man to find the peace he was so desperately looking for, to catch the man who had killed his first wife and daughter and to find a second chance at true love.  In season 6, he found all three. This season is him accepting that he deserves all the things he has gotten.

Favorite Quote: You’re right. I have forgotten how to act like a normal human being. And I play games and I lie and I trick people to avoid the truth of how I feel. And the idea of letting anyone close to me is terrifying for obvious reasons, but the truth, Teresa, is that I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that I won’t see you. The truth is… I love you. Whew! You can’t imagine how good it feels to say that out loud, but it scares me… and it is the truth. It is the truth of what I feel.  

1. Teresa Lisbon (the Mentalist)

Patrick Jane would not be the same person he is without THIS woman here. She took him in when he was at the lowest point in his life and told him to shape up. She sympathized with him but didn’t pity him and she proved to be the exact kind of cure he needed. I watched for seven breathless seasons as she fought with him and was his friend and flirted with him and fell in love with him and made him love her back. She was just as tragic and broken as him and together, they have found a completeness that Robin Tunney describes perfectly as what “she deserves but didn’t know she wanted.”

Favorite Quote: I love you. I said it.

Honorable Mentions:

Maria Von Trapp & Captain Von Trapp – Sound Of Music
Finn Hudson & Rachel Berry – Glee
Pepper Potts – Iron Man
Mr. Knightly & Emma Wodehouse – Emma
Marianne Dashwood & Colonel Brandon – Sense & Sensibility 
Jacob Stone & Cassandra Cillian – the Librarians
Mary Poppins – Mary Poppins
Fanny Brice – Funny Girl
Lily Rush – Cold Case
Sam Brosocky – The Mentalist
Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton – the Avengers
Phil Coulson & Melinda May – Agents of SHIELD
John Reese, Sameen Shaw & Joss Carter – Person of Interest
Daniel Pierce & Kate Moretti – Perception



Dear Santa Claus,

Everybody is asking me what I want for Christmas. But what I really want this year cannot be found at Forever 21 or the Apple store. It cannot be paid for with credit cards, cash or a check. You cannot wrap it in shiny paper and line it up along side all the other pretty packages that will be under the tree.

It isn’t possible.

Santa Claus, what I really want this year is for there to be peace in the house.

For the violence to stop in the world. For justice to be served when justice deserves to be served.

For my  sister to be happy. For my other sister to be whole and well again.

I want somebody to see me and only me and to gift me his favorite songs and to want to spend the rest of his life with me with a couple of dogs and maybe a kid. I want somebody to look at me the way my sisters boyfriends look at them. I want coffee kisses in the morning and slow dances around the kitchen at night. I want an imperfect prince charming. I want to give my healing heart to somebody who will keep it safe for me this time around. I want arguments and make ups and movie marathons. I want somebody who will get me and see all of me and love even my ugly parts. I want long conversations that do not take place in my dreams anymore. I do not want to be alone among a group of people anymore.

I’m waiting patiently Santa.




the boy you never forget, the summer it all begins

His name was David and I had known him ever since I was 14-almost-15. He had introduced himself to me in Sunday school, I was the new girl in town. . . . totally awkward and out of my element. He was one of the only people who attempted to be my friend, he spent three years talking to me and asking me how I was every Sunday, every single time we ran into each other. I developed a huge crush on another boy and David and I remained strictly friends. I was easy around him, comfortable. I couldn’t even fathom having a crush on him never mind falling in love with him.

And then in 2008 that fateful summer happened, the summer where it all began. He became the boy I would never forget. By then, he was 20 and I was 18, I was even more awkward and gawky than when we had first met. I had just graduated from high school, but I was wearing braces and I was all limbs. The chest that everybody said would come in by then still remained as flat as a board. Despite my lack of womanly physical changes, my heart and mind were starting to wake up and the boy I couldn’t even fathom having a crush on suddenly became very appealing as a man.

I fell in love with him that summer.

To this day I still don’t know how it happened. I have tried to figure it out, but looking back I cannot pinpoint the exact moment I knew. It was like I had loved him forever and I just hadn’t realized it because the friendship had been that  good.

The first day he came back from college and started to help our youth leader out with our youth group, he singled me out and we spent 3 fabulous months doing every single church related activity together.  We sat on the same couch every Sunday for Sunday school, we ate Wednesday night dinner together before prayer meeting began, during VBS he helped me tame the unruly bunch of 5-year-olds I had been assigned. On a mission trip, we built flower boxes together from scratch and planted flowers in them, being careful not to let our fingers accidentally touch while we patted down the soil. He gave me light blue Gatorade and spent hours giving me music and movie suggestions. He even lent me his absolute favorite movie in the world. When we went on our yearly youth trip, he sat with me every single night during dinner and we shared sweet tea from the same cup and at the end of the week, we were both sick with the same illness.  The first day we were there, I got up early to eat breakfast. I brought my book because I was going all by myself and wound up running into him, we wound up meeting every morning for an early breakfast. I never finished that book I brought. Not that week anyways.

2008 is littered with memories like that. By September, I was deeply in love with him. It had gotten to the point where I could see myself spending forever with him even though we hadn’t even been on a real date yet. But I was certain it would happen, he was still hanging around because he was studying abroad and he didn’t have to leave until the beginning of October. He never asked me out, even though he was always telling me how nice I looked and talking to me every week and teasing me about reading chick lit.

I thought it was because he was still in school because he was going to go to seminary the next year and he was smart. It never happened though. He never asked me out, we never got together together. He’s engaged to somebody else now and I am trying to recover from half-a-decade of waiting for him to come back and pick me.

But even though it’s over between us, even though it never actually began between us I know that he loved me too for a few brief moments in time.

And I never will forget him or that summer I fell in love with him.

I Believe. . .

I believe in fairy tales and in true love and that eventually, love will win out in the end no matter what. I believe in wishing on shooting stars and dandelion dust. I believe in Christmas and that you can fall in love again even after you’ve lost it to the worst of circumstances. I believe in second chances and that music really does heal, that just hugging is a powerful thing, that sometimes crying is the best therapy, that laughter is the best medicine. I believe that Anne Frank was right. . . in spite of everything, people really are good at heart. I believe that people do have an effect on us, even after they are gone. Especially after they’re gone. I believe in family, in sisterhood, in the bra code, in best friends. That fictional characters become part of our lives just for a little bit, that for a short amount of time they are our friends and that in the pages of a book, in the scenes of a movie or a television show there are lessons to be learned. I believe in superheros, I believe that we need them in our lives because they symbolize hope. I believe in Narnia and in Neverland. I believe in good coffee, in glitter, that sometimes a Starbucks barista does more than just make your coffee. I believe in bare feet and high heels and painted toenails. I believe that everybody is beautiful in their own way, that every girl is a princess. . . it is their right. I believe that one day there will be peace on earth, that everything has a purpose under the sun and that God is real. 

I especially believe that God is real.

The City – Drabble

The streets were filled with the sounds of a jazzy saxophone and flip-flops hitting cobblestone, the air heavy with southern warmness and numerous restaurants preparing dinner for the 5 to 10 crowd. People were cheering for the soccer teams at sports bars, sweating glasses of beer were in front of them, mixing with the smells of French fries and cheeseburgers. The couple in front of her were dressed up for a night out. . . the girl’s tattoo looked out of place with her high heels and little black dress. 

She smiled to herself. She loved the city, it filled her to the brim with energy and inspiration and coffee. She was herself there. 


Being Alive

He had spent over a decade being alone. It had become comfortable, to push people away, to pretend that he didn’t give a damn about anything or anybody, to wrap himself up in a bubble where nobody could ever hurt him again.

Then he met her. She was living proof of the age-old adage that good things came in small packages. A petite firecracker wrapped up in good intentions and a warm heart, she was a dizzying temptation to remember what it felt like to love somebody again. But there were times that he looked at her and all he could see were bloody corpses and dozens of multi-colored pills, chased by a bottle of cheap alcohol. So, he kept her at arm’s length and talked himself into believing the only thing between them was friendship. Even when it was glaringly obvious to everybody else around them that they were much more than friends.

He was okay with the status quo, even though he did spend the better part of two years pining away for her and writing her long, soppy love letters. He was still okay with pretending that he didn’t love her, to pretend that he was still a shell of man. . . soulless and dead to most human emotions. He didn’t believe that he deserved her. She was a saint and he was a sinner. She was an angel and he the badman. Everything he touched got ruined, he had already wrecked her a long time ago.

But mostly, he was still afraid that his heart would be broken again. That they would fall head-over-heels into stupid, crazy love and that he would lose her just like he’d lost his wife.

He didn’t think he could handle another broken heart. Not in this lifetime and maybe not in the next one either.

He just didn’t count on her ever meeting somebody else. He hadn’t counted on her going away. And suddenly everything he had been running away from came careening at him like a car that had lost all control. He had to face his feelings head-on or be in danger of the broken heart that he had been desperately trying to avoid.

But he couldn’t find the words, didn’t want to run her life like she had accused him of doing during their second reunion. So, he didn’t try even though it was killing him to watch her with somebody else, even though he was dying a little bit more every day while she slipped away from his grasp, fell out of his arms and into somebody else’s.

After feeling like he had been dying for the better part of a decade, he suddenly wanted to feel alive. He wanted to breathe again and get away from the feeling that he was drowning. He’d just spent so much time running away from it that he didn’t know how to start living again.

He bided his time and waited for the perfect opportunity to tell her exactly how he felt. Now that he knew how he felt about her and that he couldn’t live without her, he didn’t want to risk losing her. Especially not to a suave FBI agent and Washington DC.

He waited a little bit too long, the day she was going to leave was staring him in the face. She was going to stay and help them solve one more case and then, she was going to disappear from his life.

It was in the final moments that he finally plucked up the courage to tell her how he felt, to lay all his cards out on the table and asked her to stay with him, begged her to help him feel alive again. The look on her face made him think he had said the wrong thing, that she was still going to leave him by himself. He waited with bated breath, didn’t manipulate her or shower her with pretty lies about what he could offer her. The truth was, he couldn’t offer her much. So, there wasn’t any sense in telling her that he could.  

After a long moment of silence, she closed her eyes and released a breath. It seemed like she had been holding it in for a really long time. He waited for her to say something, to say anything in reply to him. But she turned away from him wordlessly. It took him a moment to recover from his shock, when he did, he ran to catch up with her.

He caught her and gently steered her around to look at him. There was a breath of a moment before he acted on impulse and kissed her. For one ugly second, he didn’t think that she was going to reciprocate and then it happened.  She kissed him back, causing his pulse to jolt unexpectedly. When he pulled away, all he could see was her and a dizzying amount of stars dancing in front of his eyes. He breathed out like a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest and then he released a breath again.

She looked at him in awe and disbelief. He had rendered her speechless when all he wanted to do was hear her voice telling him that she was going to stay with him. After a second, she framed his face with her hands and kissed him again, it was like she was making up for lost time.

She put his hands on his chest and gently pushed him away, biting her lower lip as her face broke into a smile. He tried to smile back but found his facial muscles wouldn’t comply as he stood there, still waiting for her to say something. . .  still waiting for her to say anything.

She flattened her hand on his chest and took his hand with her other one. She opened her mouth then, preparing to say the words that would make him or break him. He braced himself for overwhelming disappointment.

He waited, the anxiety overtaking him like an inescapable wave at the beach. Then, relief came in a simple phrase.

For the first time in a decade, he was completely aware of being alive.

Again, this post is actually a fan fiction I wrote, but since I didn’t use names, I realized it could be for any couple. This piece was inspired by Being Alive from Company. 

100 things that make me happy (in no particular order)

100. izzy watermelon soda

99. old bookstores

98. libraries

97. skinny jeans

96. short skirts

95. season premieres

94. black tights

93. girl talk

92. puppies

91. lifetime movies

90. hallmark movies

89. tumblr

87. dancing crazy

86. pink

85. watermelon gum

84. high heels

83. sparkles

82. movie premieres

81. new books


79. showing my legs off after keeping them covered up all winter

78. converse sneakers

77. thrift stores

76. glitter

75. nail polish

74. walking around target

73. to love another person is to see the face of god

72. hugs

71. cuddling with my youngest sister

70. over-sized sweaters

69. old movies

68. coffee ice cream

67. music

66. bare feet

65. finally beating that level on candy crush

64. sunshine

63. phone calls with my best friend

62. summer vacation

61. beach trips

60. starbucks

59. dunkin donuts

58. hazelnut iced coffee

57. carbs

56. mac & cheese

55. flannel shirts

54. daddy’s sweatshirts

53. clean sheets

52. clothes dried on the line

51. visits from my grandparents

50. skyping with my cousins

49. fishtail braids

48. messy buns

47. frank sinatra/gene kelly movies

46. broadway musicals

45. fan fiction updates

44. instyle magazine

43. new chap stick 

42. short lines at the grocery store

41. stacy’s pita chips

40. movies that move you to give standing o’s 

39. my sister, hannah

38. mixed tapes

37. strong song lyrics

36. rain showers

35. being snowed in

34. frozen

33. classical music

32. weddings

31. pedicures 

30. peppermint stick ice cream

29. christmas specials

28. white lights

27. decorating the christmas tree

26. jane & lisbon

25. when somebody else cooks breakfast

24. you’ve got mail

23. birthdays

22. having money to spend at the mall

21. sales at target

20. itunes gift cards

19. crayons

18. dinner

17. when the boston red sox wins the world series

16. when the patriots win the super bowl

15. red lipstick

14. new taylor swift songs

13. build your own pasta at macaroni grill 

12. all that jazz from chicago 

11. finn & rachel duets

10. 8tracks playlists

09. daddy fanboying

08. smooth legs

07. bracelets that fit

06. ideas that translate smoothly into stories

05. good reviews on stories i write

04. kissing scenes

03.   boy meets world

02. answered prayers

01. my family


This post was inspired by a book my sister got at Whole Foods. . .