Today is Kizz’s birthday. Please go over to her place and wish her happy.
My friend has been very, very busy lately. She’s produced and is performing a one-woman show, she’s raising an adorably rambunctious little dog, she’s been taking pictures all over the place and she’s holding down a job. Seriously.
One of the things I treasure about my friendship with Kizz is that we’re so incredibly different. We like different movies, we like different music, we have different perspectives on a lot of issues, and we live almost completely different lives. I love that she’s there to offer a point of view that I never would have come to on my own; I know for sure that if I go to her with a question (and I go to her often), she’s going to give me something to think about that’s going to help me see farther than I would have otherwise.
Kizz is funny in a way that I think too few people appreciate. She’s got an eye for the absurd and is able to point it out in a way that makes me laugh and think at the same time.
Kizz is passionate, and I think, if I’m going to be honest, that’s the thing I respect most in her. She loves New York and the people in it, and she’s active in community organizations that help to keep her city strong. She stands up against those who seek to diminish the status of women in the world; she doesn’t take any shit about that, and her writings on the subject have helped me to solidify my own thinking about women’s rights. She’s all in about animal welfare (and always has been). She’s dedicated to getting information to the public about important things happening in her neighborhoods and beyond; she is still my go-to source for updates on Sandy relief. There’s a no-nonsense feel about her when she’s working with something she cares about, and I admire that about her.
I am very glad that Kizz calls me friend, and I’m happy to be celebrating another year with her in it. Happy birthday to you, Kizz. I hope that this year is your best yet.