PHOTOS OF YES-RELATED STUFF

  1. View Me, a Hibachi, and a James Dean sneer. The Years of No have begun. 1979.
  2. View One wonders why people thought I was a weird kid. 1987 or so.
  3. View Big White Cat, in his favorite drag queen feather boa.
  4. View I lived in this miserable hut for almost the whole year of yes.
  5. View Oh, those foolish bangs. Big White loves me, though. 1998.
  6. View Illegal kitchen wall mural, sadly missing Zak's contribution.
  7. View At least my legs look good. The hair is another story. 1998
  8. View If I had not cropped this photo, you'd be able to see something R-rated. 1998
  9. View The good thing about bad haircuts? They grow out. West Village...2000?
  10. View My lovely sister, otherwise known as Shelfie.
  11. View Yes, Yes, Yes. August 10, 2003.
  12. View Me, my man, and part of a hummingbird tattoo. February, 2005
  13. View Maria & Keleigh Thomas - NYC Book Party, 2006
  14. View Maria at Mother - 1998
  15. View blurry maria - 1998
  16. View Maria, with Sullivan Walsh, and Emma Wilson of XM Radio
  17. View NYC book party, at the Natl Arts Club, photo courtesy the fabulous Jake Price

Unless someone gives me permission, sorry, no photos of any of my dates or roommates...but a lot of weird ones of me. I seem to have had more hairstyles in 28 years than most people have in an entire life. Also a couple shots of Robert Schenkkan, my husband, who consistently looks better in photographs than I do. I'm extremely jealous of his ability to keep his eyes open when he smiles. And actually, I'm not even putting the really weird pictures up here. I'm trying to pretend they don't exist. Some of them are simply too horrifying for anyone to ever see them again. Enough said about those. I deny them. Double click to view larger and better versions.

 Also: No, the blonde isn't me with a dyejob, but my sister, Molly, who, though she has exactly the same voice and mannerisms as I do, in real life doesn't look like me at all. Her hair really is blonde, for one thing. She also has blue eyes, and while I realize most of you haven't seen my eyes in photos - obliterated by grin as they are - mine are brown, brown, brown. For awhile I tried to fix that with green contacts, but I looked possessed by extra terrestrials. Enough people already think I'm possessed; I didn't need to encourage it.

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