John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
I remember when I was a little girl, every morning I would go to my mom and dad’s bathroom to get ready for school, and as I sat on the top of the toilet waiting for the shower water to get hot, I would stare at this plaque on their wall. It said, “love is… Continue reading The Fluidity of Love.
This week's photo challenge said to post a picture of where our heart is and what local means to us. Well, locality and heart possession belongs to two different places- my hometown Arizona and my current town San Francisco. I moved to San Francisco just two years ago for college, and it has quickly become… Continue reading Home is Where the Heart is Divided
Drake was looking for revenge all summer '16, but I was looking for adventure, new experiences, fun, family time, and relaxation... Summer 2016 has been filled with so much essence, but it feels like it has gone by so rapidly. I had a great summer home in Arizona with my family. So, in response to… Continue reading Summer, Summer, Summer Time!
Happy one-year blogiversary to me! Thanks for reading! Can't believe my one-year blogiversary is today. It has been a great year. I'm glad last summer I finally decided to take a chance and put myself and my writing out there. It's been a wonderful journey so far, and here's twelve (for twelve months in a… Continue reading 12 Things I Enjoyed My First Year of My Blog.
Going through a twenty-pound bag of ice in three days. Cooking eggs and steak in a pan in the street, or baking cookies in the car dashboard. Packing into public pools and splash pads like a can of sardines. Dropping the air conditioner down to 74 degrees. Driving down to California… Continue reading Summers in Arizona
When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)
This story was written by me when I was in the second grade. I recently re-discovered it on my shelf in my room back here in Arizona. This is the start of my writing journey, the year it became my passion, and twelve years later and it is still what I enjoy the most. Here… Continue reading How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)
When I was in the fifth grade, they found a dead body in the school cafeteria’s vents. That morning started off like any other school day. My friends and I went to the cafeteria to get breakfast, and there was just a nauseating odor floating through the cafeteria. We thought nothing of it. We got… Continue reading My Educational Journey
My first house was a yellow brick house with blue window shutters, a pink door, and a green roof. The rent was great because it was free, meals were included, and it was right in the backyard of my family's house. I used to host parties in it when my cousins came over, I used… Continue reading Dollhouse Days