“Broken,” they said. Hopeless. Useless. Worthless. She stared at the million bits of herself, scattered across the floor. For years, she had tried to pick up the pieces, only to be cut more deeply with each attempt. With little hope left, she sat in her rubble. She bathed in her tears. She lay in the ruins of her soul and drifted to sleep. She awoke with swollen eyes and a heavy heart...
Last night, you came to our room. You had woken up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Daddy invited you into bed with us. You climbed in and found your spot between us. A spot you had not used in longer than I can remember. You quickly drifted off to sleep. As did I. I woke up several times to check on you. I couldn’t help but smile when I opened my eyes. Your precious face so close to...
When my kids grow up and start their own life… when they have their own kids… What will they remember? Who will they remember? Will they remember the mornings with a cranky mom who needed more sleep? Or the nights she was there for them when they woke up from a bad dream? Will they remember the mom who constantly nagged about all the things? Or the mom who cared enough to worry about...
A quiet Sunday at home. Bellies are full. Air conditioner is blowing. Dishwasher is running. Laundry is done. Kids are happy. One is honing her VR gaming skills. The other is playing chess with Daddy. I sit with my notebook. White blueberry tea fills my cup. Each doing our own thing. All in the same room. Physically close together. Our hearts even closer. I breathe in the moment. I close my eyes...
An unexpected visit. 4 days of laughter and food. Cuddles and stories. Big hugs and Asian kisses. Today, we say goodbye. Waving as they drive away. The house is quiet. Somber. Holding back tears. Extra hugs with the kids. Time to clean up. Dishes are washed. Counters are cleaned. Towels are washed. Bathrooms are cleaned. Blankets are washed. Floors are cleaned. All is done. House is clean. Like...
I’ve been struggling with where this writing journey of mine is headed. In the last month, I’ve been drawn to do things that my soul has been craving. I’ve been writing. Taking photos. Updating my blog. Sharing my work. But where is this going? What is going to become of all of this? What is the end goal? I have no clue and today, my wonderful husband gently reminded me that...
