My name is Heather Alexander. After living in New York City for the past eight years my husband and I, dragging our two cats behind us, traveled cross-country to Portland, Oregon in order to experience a different kind of city. A city that enjoys its recycling, prides itself in its grand and numerous parks, prefers bike riding to driving, and can't get enough of a good cup of joe.

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About me:

I'm a bit of a movie buff, horror movies are training me for the apocalypse, I have an unreasonable fear of being alone in closed bathrooms, and I often dream of sex and zombies. But never sex with zombies. I mean, gross.

I buy too many comic books, own a curious amount of nail polish, most of it some various shade of red, I enjoy Junior Mints with my popcorn, and put salt on my watermelon.

My parents are pretty much the coolest people on the planet, aside from my husband, who is Prince Charming, a King, and the sexiest nerd alive all rolled into one. I have two cats who, let's face it, are probably cuter than your kids, and I once had a fish named Swimmy but he couldn't fly so he continued to swim.

I'm a huge fan of Joss Whedon whose fictional universe is one that I would gladly live in, I love Stephen King but he often sucks at his endings, David Bowie, The Cure, and The Beatles, produced the best music in the world, and David Attenborough has the funnest job ever. That's right, funnest.

I enjoy expensive tequila, good Cabernet, I could eat Thai food for days, and sometimes I play video games until 2' in the morning. I need a clean apartment to keep me sane, lilacs smell like paradise, I can drink coffee at any time of day, and I'm convinced that commercials were created by Satan.

The music of Mazzy Star and Billie Holiday haunts me. I used to write bad poetry. I grew up in Michigan. And I think the ocean smells like gym socks.

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After years of feeling oppressed by a city with which I'd had a tumultuous affair, after nearly a decade of being a corporate slave, and after spending most of my adult life feeling spiritually defeated by the state of the world, I've finally arrived, found an whisper of peace, and discovered an Oasis in Portland.