Hi. I’m Jaime.
I write. I make videos. I chase around a toddler and I always ask for hot sauce.
It’s nice to meet you.
I’m a big believer in the curative powers of Bruce Springsteen, false eyelashes and gin cocktails.
My favorite movie is Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, I’m an Arsenal supporter and once, I saw The Bangles live and Susannah Hoffs looked right at me. I have never been more in love or the same since.
I live in South Florida with my husband, son and two of the greatest rescue dogs on the planet.
I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis about five years ago. It is exactly as trash garbage as it sounds.
However, I don’t let it stop me too much because like Dean Moriarty from On The Road, I am eager for bread and love and some of my favorite adventures include:
Riding a horse for the first time ever through a Colombian jungle.
Riding a camel on a Moroccan beach.
White-water rafting in Colorado.
Ringing in the New Year on a Nashville rooftop with Kings of Leon and hundreds of freezing drunk people.
Ringing in the New Year on the River Thames in London.
Hiking to Delicate Arch in Utah.
Attending Christmas Eve Midnight Mass in Rothenberg Ob Der Tauber.
Cuddling lambs in Ireland
Participating in a singalong of Bohemian Rhapsody with thousands of people at Austin City Limits.
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember.
I once wrote a piece on Bruce Springsteen which was retweeted by Tom Junod of Esquire Magazine. This is both my proudest and my dumbest humble brag.
You can see my portfolio here.
I would love to work with you.
You can read some of my music journalism here:
One of Walt Whitman’s most famous lines is, “I am large, I contain multitudes” and nowhere is this more evident than in Adam Yauch.
(His strings) were like fucking telephone wires. Just a little bit bigger piece of wood and you’d have a fuckin’ piano. – Robert “Cutter” Brandenburg, Stevie Ray Vaughan’s friend and roadie, on Vaughan’s guitar.
The 27 Club is one of the most enduring legends of rock and roll apocrypha, and although the member list is distinguished, no one’s really clawing to get in.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate this thing called life.
Electric word, life. It means a mighty long time but in this case, we’re talking about 56 years and one man – Prince Rogers Nelson.
Kings are not born. They are made by artificial hallucination. – George Bernard Shaw
The American Dream is to be self-made. To carve out an identity wholly one’s own and to succeed beyond one’s wildest imagination.
The sun must have been approximately eight inches from my forehead as I wound my way through a crush of warm bodies – all of them panting and glistening in the fierce Texas heat.
The name “Don Henley” conjures up images of the American West – dust swirling in canyons, expansive desert highways, the smell of colitas rising up through the air
Forgive me, Father for I have sinned.
It has been….a really long time since my last confession.
B is for Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn and blunts.
B is for beats and braggadocio.
B is for Big Poppa, Biggie Smalls, or maybe you know him as The Notorious B.I.G..
This blog is thusly named because hot sauce is vital to my emotional well-being.
The best kind is the freshly made stuff in the squeezy bottles at your local taco joint but El Yucateco runs a close second - namely the Chipotle and Red Habanero kind.
Mostly, I write about parenthood through a pop culture lens. Every now and then, I’ll throw in some pieces about travel and food.
I use salty language and animated gifs frequently and once I discover something I love, I become its campaign manager/cheerleader and never shut up about it.
Good talk. It’s nice to meet you. Your hair looks good today.