I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart
I've tried my best to get a good glance at my previous blog posts, journal entries, laid astray notes, and tumbled thoughts to come up with a post about my outlook on the new year in front of me and the year I have left behind — much like everybody else over the last few days.… Continue reading The Pleasantly Unexpected.
Yesterday was a pretty neat day. I got inked, or rather marked, by not only ink, but my father in heaven. I've thought of getting a minimal floral tattoo on my forearm for quite some time. But I never thought I would be getting it as my first. As I researched what kind of flora… Continue reading Marked For Life.
As I rode the Max train towards downtown this morning (as I always love to do), I couldn't help but look at all the souls around me and see their hurt. To look around and see the pain that inhibits this city. The oppression. The addictions. The weights of life that seem to be on… Continue reading Portland: A City of Hope
I don't want to be too sappy but, the girl that is writing this right now is not the girl that started her blog one year ago. She's long gone, but I will never forget all the things I learned from her. She taught me to never let go. Even when it's INSANELY hard. To hold… Continue reading The Willing Heart