A Letter To My Future Child: Five Things Money Can’t Buy

Dear Future Child, What I’m about to share is something I struggle with, but I’m not alone. I’m going to do everything I can to teach you how to overcome this problem, so you don’t have the same struggles that Mom does. Dad will be happy I’m sharing this with you. Money isn’t everything, even though it often seems like it is. Money buys nice cars, diamond earrings, new dresses, sparkly shoes, healthy food, restaurant food, big houses, and fun trips. It buys important things like education, good health, and professional help when you can’t do something on your own. … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Five Things Money Can’t Buy

Yellow Nail Polish

I received my first manicure when I was eight years old. I went with my mom to a small place in our hometown mall, and was immediately overwhelmed with the smell. The chemical fume and cleaning alcohols combined and drifted through the room, hitting my poor eight-year-old self in the face like a punch. An immediate headache formed at the base of my neck, but by the time I saw the “polish wall”, all thoughts of discomfort were forgotten. I had never seen so many different shades in my life, all organized so neatly and pristine in their racks. As … Continue reading Yellow Nail Polish

Letter to My Future Child: A Series

Dear Future Child, I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this on here. I’m not sure if this blog will still be around by the time you’re able to read, digest, and understand all the ways that your crazy mother expresses herself. You may ask yourself as your cheeks redden, “Why does my mom have to say this to the whole worldwide audience?” and I’d reply, “Don’t worry, small one, I only have 400 followers.” You may also think, “Mom, this blog and this series is embarrassing,” and I’ll say, “Sorry honey, it’s what I was born to do. And … Continue reading Letter to My Future Child: A Series

Writing: 12 DOG

Today is officially a holiday, but I planned the series this way. Writers don’t take days off, unless we suffer from a deadly case of a creative block. I would honestly rather get the flu than writer’s block. And to tie everything together, on this 12th day of gratitude, I am going to express my love for writing (as if you didn’t already know). Summary of my writing life: Fourth grade: We would write as a class nearly everyday for an hour. I first discovered what a true passion felt like when I would experience a deep sadness every time … Continue reading Writing: 12 DOG