Truth be told, I really wanted to write about other topics this week. I planned to do a travel blog post once a month, because I miss traveling and want to remember what it’s like to jump on a plane without fear of deadly germs. Then I thought I should switch it up and doContinue reading “A Few Takeaways from My First 30 Day Haiku Challenge”
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Your Words are Worthy
Words upon words upon words. From grade school on, women are the classic note takers. Scribbles on sticky notes. Endless to-do lists. College notebooks full of formulas, theories, and literal word-for-word jargon from professors, in hopes it can be deciphered later. Love notes to kids or spouses in lunchboxes. We are the quintessential journal keepers,Continue reading “Your Words are Worthy”
Simple Traditions, Solid Ground
Thanksgiving traditions remind me, like a recurring dream that suddenly reappears Through patience in prepping and roasting the turkey Through cheerful pops of cranberries bursting Through softening of vegetables in the skillet Through warmth of a freshly baked pumpkin pie Through those peaceful seconds just after we say grace That simple traditions ground me whenContinue reading “Simple Traditions, Solid Ground”
How I Get Through a Vulnerability Hangover
These raw emotions Laid bare for all to read, judge Haunting me, or not? … I rest a moment Refuel with faith in courage Faith in God, me, you … I remind myself No fear in love, it’s worth it Stories have power
Two Pens, Two Purposes: An Engineer Writes Fiction
This is a storied timeline of two pens, two purposes. One pen writes reports and calculations on a construction site. The other writes articles and pitches as a freelancer. One story is fiction; one is fictionalized but mostly true. Both individuals are working (or attempting to) in the pandemic. Apparently, both hate the morning alarmContinue reading “Two Pens, Two Purposes: An Engineer Writes Fiction”
Time, Mystical Time
These days, I’ve grown even more aware of how obsessed I am with time. I’ve known for a while now that me and FOMO are good friends. But still, I find myself subconsciously trying to strike a balance among learning from my past, living in the moment, and pondering the future. It’s precarious. It usedContinue reading “Time, Mystical Time”
