Weight Is Not Just A Number (My Journey From a Couch Potato to a Gym Rat)

Every morning, I take off all my clothes and step on the scale (Hey, don’t judge, every ounce counts). Before you pppppfffffftttt and turn off your computer with an eye…

(My) Life Is Like A Box Of (Half Eaten) Chocolates

In the pantry, hidden in the cavernous depths, buried under, almonds, half-eaten bags of chips, dried fruit leathers and the like, lies a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box.…

Confessions Of A Part Time Socialite ~ a WPPI recap

It’s only one of the largest photography conventions ever. With 15,000+ people attending, classes, awards, shoots, parties, etc., it’s basically summer camp and spring break rolled into one and it’s…

My Foot-Shaped Mouth

I’ve always been apt to say what I am thinking. Stuff just pops out of my mouth and if it’s inappropriate, I can usually gauge it by the hearer’s agape…

I Hate Breakfast

I hate breakfast. I know, I know. There must be some odd part of my DNA that creates this and for that, I am quite sorry for those that find…

Introducing “The Guest List”

Writing isn’t really one of my favorite subjects. I do it when I have to (i.e. 3x a week for this blog and the first few days of this year,…

Nostalgia

With the onslaught of a new year comes the time typically for reflection, reminiscing, spending time with family and eating. As I get older–thirty-something this coming year –time seems to…

Gratitude

It’s nice that we stop once a year and reflect on the blessings we have in this life. From the turkey (or Taiwanese Hot Pot, in my case), football games…

My Heritage: All the Grandparents

I raced home from the bus stop after school one day as I always did. Excited that it was Monday, the only day my parents closed the restaurant so they…

On My Soapbox: Why We Homeschool

The short answer: we are crazy. 🙂 The long answer: Inevitably, when we are out or about somewhere, the question always comes up from an adult to my 5-year-old, “Where…