It is the smell of smoked meat as the flames and ash rise in the air. It is smell of coconut oil on golden brown skin. Home is the smell of oil and fish wafting through the kitchen as I walk through the doors. It is the smell of vacuumed carpets and lemon pledge on … Continue reading 8: Home is the smell of sea spray on my face as the tide rolls in.
There's a hot topic going across the U.S. right now and it's representation of different ethnicities and cultures in film. Asian-Americans are now rising beyond the nerdy sidekick. African Americans are now taking control of the narrative by producing their own. The standards for included minorities is now higher; it is no longer acceptable when … Continue reading 34: Representation
So I'm updating this for the first time in a while and also for the first time in the New Year. I originally intended to post on Christmas Eve but just as I began to ramble about how my sisters were later for dinner, they showed up and we ate dinner. The days that followed … Continue reading 32: A New Philosophy on the New Year
CLICK for the first part, if you missed it. A recurring theme in my life is that the kids weigh very heavily on it. This kind of goes for all of my sisters (and not just the actual mother, haha). That year in Texas pretty much killed me being without the big one and as … Continue reading 31: Kids are weird pt. 2
Dear nugget, I don't know if it's just the mood I'm in or seeing your Christmas performance or the holiday season coming in, but I feel pretty grateful. For a lot of things but there's something very special about you. I don't know when or how we bonded (probably has to do with you always … Continue reading 30: A letter to a munchkin
My carpal tunnel is the explanation for the delayed posts and the breaks this past week. As one might imagine, it's difficult to get through a post when your hands are in pain. I've been trying to reserve using my hands for necessities or resting them altogether. It's difficult especially when you have so much … Continue reading 29: My hands have been hurting
That's the saying, isn't it? Basically, take the risk or don't try. It's always stressful when you deal with extremes and this phrase is an extreme at its finest. It's one of many varieties of phrases that tell a person that you need to go for it. Risk failure. Win it all. Or die trying. … Continue reading 28: Go Big or Go Home