lisa m jones

2021: The future is bright….now I just need a rebirth and money money and more joy.

2020: The paradigm shifted. It was WAY more of a blessing than a curse. I am sorry many lost loved ones, but for me, I got to fall in love with myself after many MANY years of abuse. I began to address the pain and trauma of surviving rape at age 19 and the general emotional hell abuse by my ex-BF Richard who I call SELFISH FUCKTARD. With quarantine, I enjoyed being alone so much and organized my life internally and externally. Gave away stuff, threw old papers away, just generally and thoroughly purged myself of everything from my EVIL FUCKING EX-BF. After watching my beloved Macys Thanksgiving Parade, I spent a lovely hour on Thanksgiving showing thanks to the universe, God, etc for the joy I felt watching his photos burn up, dissolve into ash and go up in smoke was VERY fulfilling.

2019: So much change. Eyes opened. Change. Health. Survival. RESET.

2018: I dated Omar, my very smart, generous, funny Muslim guy with lots of money and a killer view from his HIGH RISE APARTMENT in Jersey City.  It was the BEST sex of my life! His birthday is the day after mine, cool, AND he lives for adventure too…like travel, tantra, being kind, spiritual, and living well. He loves my eyes and actually SEES me for me. I deserve it and then some. I forgot how it felt to be appreciated. 

I always craved adventure outside of my hometown in Texas. I’ve lived in WI, TX, NJ, CA, and NY. In 2014, my then-boyfriend R and I left NYC to move to Los Angeles together. We had fights, soul-sucking tension, but also great moments like visiting the Grand Canyon for the first time, attending two tapings of Craig Ferguson’s Late Late Show!  However, L.A. was awful. I loved the beaches & mountains but hated the lack of good Chinese takeout or real pizza, the CONSTANT presence of vapid millennial clichés, lack of any personality, no one dressing well, and horrific traffic. Hence, L.A. crushed my spirit…yet he is shallow, so he LOVED Los Angeles. Hollywood inspired his pathetic pipe dreams of screwing girls 1/3 his age and being a screenwriter. Good luck, asshole. I write better than you ever will.

JULY 2016, we were back in NYC but after spending 6 months living 1,500 MILES APART. Stupid me, I forgot that a manchild ONLY cares for himself. No matter how much we fought, we agree the best part of Los Angeles was finding our tortoiseshell cat named Puff with sweet tortitude. Sadly, my precious Puff was cremated in summer of 2017 after passing away from renal failure at age 19. My heart will never be the same. Never! I love her so much I cannot find the words! She was such a good soul. Puff was so special, loving, and peaceful, I have a Flickr album dedicated to her!

I graduated UW-Milwaukee with a B.A. in English and a focus on Creative Writing. As an alto, I was part of a performance at Carnegie Hall. UWM blessed me with 2 exceptional professors: David Treuer (short story) and Susan Firer (poetry). In 2008, I was a paid writer and producer at Adforum.