My younger sister  is on Spring break and my mum had work. After I prepared her breakfast (buttermilk biscuits from scratch), I needed to take a nap. When I awoke, we somehow had a heart to heart. My younger sister is 15 years old-and a freshman in H.S. She came into this world, literally fighting for her life. Born several months premature and weighing just over a lb, her entry into this world was filled with complications. Even today, she must go to the hospital at the first sign of a cold. Continue reading

The Baby Box

There was so many things to love about Korea. The culture, language, history, food, and how family is important. But of course there was this one thing that nagged at me. To some degree, I became swept up in it during high tide.You can read more about that here.

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Each day I am reminded that life does not always go as planned. Recently, I was informed that when I was a child, I wanted to become an attorney. It was all I spoke of. But here we are, many years later and my life clearly took a much different path. Continue reading

Here’s to Hope…

This summer, my mum has been caring for my older sister’s 3 oldest children (9.5,8,6 years) as well as my brother’s middle child, a boy (4 years).  Thus each Sunday, after church, we take a trip to the park  for at least an hour. Whilst there today, I noticed a field of clovers. Immediately I began looking through them. Far from superstitious, I couldn’t resist the urge to find a four leafed clover. Most know they are rumored to bring good luck-which would be welcomed as my hope is dwindling on E.


Today someone said, “I wonder what I did to deserve such an exciting life?” whilst I wont comment on what caused this sarcastic statement, I will tell you my response, “if you look at choices made, you will see that this situation could have been avoided” Continue reading

Say What You Mean To Say

I’ve been reflecting on a conversation with someone I had over a week ago. In it they expressed they had a gripe with me in pretty powerful words, however and after asking several times, they refused to tell me what exactly I did which bothered them. The conversation concluded and I was left pondering. Since that day we haven’t Continue reading

And So It Was: Cont’d

Saturday proved to be long, painful and loud! Until 7 pm the motorcycle came and went. At 9:05 fireworks and even till after 11 pm. And just when I thought it was safe to settle into bed and let sleep take over I was jolted back into my painful reality. A series of whistles, Continue reading

And so it was

Vroooooooom was all it took for my rather normal disposition to transition beyond what I could handle. We’d just arrived back home and I exited the car. Little did I know that the sheer act of walking around the car would cause me to cross an invisible safety threshold and stumble into a line of fire. Continue reading

The Final Blow

So now that my error laden article has been published. I can get into details on how a not so simple bump on the head has become something much more. I’ve had a series of very serious head injuries. My Primary Doctor has compared me to an athlete or boxer that has sustained multiple injuries to the head. Simply put, my brain couldn’t take it anymore.

My first was sustained when I was between five and six years old. I fell in the rain down a flight of outdoor stairs. Continue reading

I’m Published

I am so excited-but of course I must contain myself before my headache becomes worse. In my post yesterday I told you there was a bit of a surprise today. My article has been published on The Toast. Please take a moment to read it here. Now I can get more into detail how such a simple accident has resulted in my current condition. Thanks for being patient. I hope you all aren’t too disappointed and more details coming tomorrow. Stay tuned



An Open Letter To The Breastfeeding Graduate

The fact that I feel compelled to pen an open letter, speaks volumes about the society in which we inhabit. A society that will focus more so on you nursing your infant daughter, rather than congratulate you for your accomplishments.  A society that will ogle over  a scantily clad woman and catapult her to a platform of beauty. A society that will celebrate and protest the use of oil by arranging a Naked Bike Ride. It seems very few take offense of a man walking sans shirt or a woman baring cleavage, yet  breastfeeding continues to be taboo. Continue reading