I’m a picker, I’m a grinner, I’m a lover, and I’m a sinner. I play my music in the sun. — Hello! Buongiorno Bellezza! Guten Tag! Buenos Noches! I can’t think of a better way to introduce myself than to tell you what I’m wearing, the last ten songs I listened to on Spotify, what I had for dinner tonight, and what I did right before I ate that delectable dinner. Bare feet, fitted purple joggers, a soft…

Now what? — A lot of shit running through my mind. Too much. I need an outlet. Medium is my outlet. I am also hyper-aware of how fragile both my husband and I are right now. I don’t want to do any more damage than I already have. I don’t think I could…

I Love You, I’m Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Thank You, and F*ck You. — Dear Dr. Jekyll, I listened to our wedding song tonight. Do you remember it? “I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles Yeah, the heaven’s open every time she smiles And when I come to her that’s where I belong Yeah, I’m running to her like a river’s song She give me…

Six-Word Photo Story Challenge — Studying The Rest of My Life. On Monday morning, this was me savoring a large Peet’s dark roast Coffee and diligently studying for my National Phlebotomy exam. As I watched people walk in, spin in circles around me, and the morning sunlight hit my steaming cup of coffee just right; I thought, “It’s been a long…

Learning to manage your emotions via impromptu poetry — The rushing river of reality Sweeping you away Under a slushy flood Of white-foamed anxieties Drowning in rainwater thoughts Of possibilities Hard fought were your frigid fragilities Your nerves as raw as splitting river rocks Gasping for safety And turning back clocks You’re cold wet and tired Feeling beaten down…

I have all these grand plans of working out, being productive, and enjoying my life because I’ve finally stopped living in ‘survival mode.’ I’m gluing the pieces back of my shattered post-divorce life and finding a rhythm I can dance to. I have to admit; I love my playlist right…

Step one: Stop Thinking of Them as An A**hole — I haven’t published anything in over two months. But after a brief exchange with my ex (and a more lengthy, emotionally-charged conversation with my kids), I felt the need to jump into my office chair and ‘tell my story’ like Medium encourages us all to do with every single draft…

Along with writing prompts — If Linda Ng were standing in front of me right now, I would tell her that my current state of mind is anything but bored. And that I’m an outright sucker for her writing prompts. On this stormy Saturday evening, as I listen to the rain splatter sideways across my…

A writing prompt inspired by my seven-year-old daughter — July 2020 “Mama? How does love work?” says my sleepy seven-year-old daughter, Luna, one night while lying next to me. I was speechless. (And eighty-five days deep in the trenches of a divorce.) I thought I knew how love worked. Happily, and ever after — right? Nope. …