What breathes life into you? Mine is: My son’s two tooth grin The rustling of sheets when he’s crawling towards me to wake me up The bing of a text message back when you have found another layer beneath rock bottom Words coming together when you have misplaced yourself in the pile of dirty laundry… Continue reading elixir
How the people we’ve lost still move through us.
My Lolo died when I was three. If anyone ever asked me if it were possible to love someone without really knowing them, I would nod my head fervently because this is how I felt about him. The only memories I have with my Lolo are just from the old home videos I've seen of… Continue reading How the people we’ve lost still move through us.
Can’t help but lay here and feel the need to check in with my heart. How are you doing? How are you mending? What is broken and how can I fix it? What part of you is missing and how can I get to know you better? Mom, wife, nurse, graduate student. I’ve taken all… Continue reading Midnight Musing
My first Mother’s Day
I feel so lucky for the life that I have. I woke up to Jayden crawling towards me with a big smile on his face. I slept on the floor of his room and opened my teary eyes distraught from the night before. I had a rough and emotional day the day before Mother's day,… Continue reading My first Mother’s Day
Finding My Place in Motherhood
Writing this at 1am. Baby is sleeping soundly in his crib to the sounds of ocean waves on the speaker. I wish I could have written a post like this sooner but between finding a moment to rest my eyes and comforting baby close to me, there has really been little time to dedicate myself… Continue reading Finding My Place in Motherhood
how peace finds me
sometimes peace finds me in the places that aren’t so quiet when my fingers are stretched, palms down, holding the weight of what I could have been. the sweat glistens. the music pulsates. when will I let go of the idea of me they implanted in my mind the one that finds no forgiveness in… Continue reading how peace finds me
The final stretch.
I write this with swollen fingers and my belly nearly resting on the table. Baby is the size of a winter melon, and I really don't even think I’ve seen a winter melon in real life. I haven't written a pregnancy update since my announcement and that's due to a lot of reasons. Firstly, I… Continue reading The final stretch.
The Need To Feel Connected
Growing up, I would say that I was pretty sheltered in the way that most kids born of Asian parents are sheltered. I wasn't allowed to do a lot of things that many people I knew got to do, like have sleepovers at each other's houses or being able to go out with my friends… Continue reading The Need To Feel Connected
I always thought Spring was supposed to be this rejuvenation of the self, like shedding your wintery grays and blues and beginning your dreamy, pastel-colored bloom.