LOS ANGELES, CA
I’m an essayist, humanist, and part-time anarchist; a cis-gendered, not entirely straight vanilla woman who currently shares a bed with my sixty pound rescue dog, Sparky. We cuddle. We spoon. When I roll out of bed in the morning and my hair’s a disaster and I seriously need to brush my teeth, he doesn’t judge me for it.
I make a living walking dogs, but I’d much rather make a living writing. I know, me and a million other people. So, anyway, I’ve got this website and, if you like what you read here, you can also find me on medium.com where I contribute poetry, photography, personal essays, and humor for some great Medium publications.
Just look for VV Valentine!
A Long Weight To Go
So, I just read this super thought provoking article in The Atlantic about cognitive dissonance. “Cognitive dissonance, coined by Leon Festinger in the 1950s, describes
What a delight. This lovely garnet hued wine is lightly smokey and spicy and raspberry nicey. Smooth and leggy. Nova Vita Old Vine Zinfandel, 2018,
Life In The Slow Lane
I dunno. Consider me paranoid. Caution me that I shouldn’t allow fear to dictate my life. Share with me that scholarly op-ed penned by a
Photo Essay: Observations of A Dog Walker
From Hollywood to Beverly Hills and back to the Valley, here are some things I encountered during my April Fools dog walking day.
The Hollywood Dog Walker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Date
George was a commercial litigator who resided on the bougie side of the San Fernando Valley. He was definitely not my type, but my type–
Hollywood In Real Life
From near and far, starstruck tourists descend in droves upon Tinseltown hoping to catch a fleeting glimpse of someone, anyone, famous; only tourists aren’t very