A Heart At Peace

One week ago I was in Los Angeles to celebrate my birthday. I wanted to travel for my birthday last year, but work got in the way. The weeks that led up to my recent birthday, I realized I wanted to celebrate somewhere else. Why go back to LA? I wanted to visit brother Teddy…

Tune Tuesday #51 – By the Way, I Forgive You

“By the Way, I Forgive You” this line, from the song Every Time I Hear That Song by Brandi Carlile, echoed in my mind immediately after I first heard the song. There is something about her voice, coupled with the melody and the lyrics that sounds so familiar. In fact, when I first heard the song, I…

Soulful Cries

I’ve been very emotional these past two weeks. This past week alone I’ve cried almost every day. If I cried in public, it might alarm people because of the depth of my tears. Amaya Angelou in her poem “Still I Rise” would call my tears “soulful cries”. As you read this, you may think that…

Waking Up from the Dream

I cried last night. I am feeling better, but I can’t seem to get enough rest. I’m still really physically tired AND also mentally exhausted. I have never been sick like this in my life and it’s unnerving. As I laid in bed, I reviewed the past four years to see if there were signs…

Wisdom Wednesday #33 – Resume or Eulogy?

It’s April Fools Day! I hope you can get through the day without someone pulling a prank on you. There are no pranks here today, but the opposite – a semi heavy subject. If you follow my blog regularly, you know that February was a very, very hard month. Of all the hard moments of…

Breaking Up(ward)

This month, last year, I reconnected with a classmate who has since become a friend.  It has been two months from when we met to when we reconnected. The standard thing a lot of people do around this time is wish co-workers, friends and strangers happy new year.  Followed by the question that I asked…

The Final Curtain Call

I first experienced death when I was seven.  One of my close cousins died, followed by both of my grandmothers in a six-month period.  I experienced so much death as a child that I grew numb to death.  It wasn’t until I was 15, when a high school friend died that death became hard.  I…