Words to Remember My Grandfather

I’m six years old, and I can’t sit still. I’m so excited because it’s Grandparents’ Day, and my grandparents are coming to visit my class. When Grandpa walks in, I pull him and Grandma over to my desk. I listen impatiently as the other grandparents talk about their lives, and then finally, my teacher asks…

The Summers of Youth Now Grow Old

As summer draws to a close, a breathless hush settles in the stagnant air. August was a month of beach parties, bonfires, and fast-paced vacations. But in a rushing heartbeat, the dog days of August have passed into yesterday as autumn pushes into the spotlight. At my friend’s bachelorette party a couple of weekends ago,…

Birthday Reflections

To be honest, pre-birthday week has been a challenge. A couple of difficulties have left me feeling a little down and out. Then again, dealing with people is always a challenge, and that applies every week of the year. Rather than focus on the negative, however, I’m reflecting on how I can turn these challenges…

Snapshot in a Coffee Shop (A Short Story)

The coffee grinds wafted by her nose before she even opened the door. Kaley’s eyes scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. Every table was occupied. She flipped through the calendar in her head, realized it was likely the week before finals, and remembered those days just a few years before when she’d…

Stepping Through the Threshold: Part 2

There are some people you meet in life who you realize you were destined to meet, who you believe God has placed there to help you through some circumstance or to teach you a life lesson. Some of these people may be less than savory characters. That woman who stops you in traffic just to…

Stepping Through the Threshold: Part 1

As my knees hit the black asphalt, which could fry an egg thanks to the California summer sun, I didn’t know what burned the most—the skin that peeled away from my kneecaps, or the layer of pride that peeled away from my humiliated eleven year-old heart. Two boys snickered as they ran past me. To…

Reflection on Valentine’s Day

About 7 or 8 years ago, a friend and I were sitting in a coffee shop. My friend turned to me to say that she recognized a woman there. “She’s on a date!” my friend exclaimed. “Oh my God! I haven’t seen that girl in years. She’s probably like already THIRTY now! I hope that’s not me when I’m thirty,…

A Day in the Life of a Food Scientist

On this week’s episode of “Fun at Work,” more craziness from people that I cannot begin to comprehend. Customer wants me to develop an Asian sauce with a soy sauce base. But without the soy sauce. “Can I use tamari?” I ask, thinking this may solve the problem. As long as I ease up on…

The Journey to Bold

My resolution this year is a word. BOLD. To me, being bold means doing something despite your misgivings and fears and doubts. It means stepping off that diving board (something I was never able to do as a kid), taking that jump even when you know you’re bound to fail a few times. It means…

Just Letting the Rain Fall

Spirit healing time. Nothing New Age—just my old method of writing out my feelings on another Monday. No lessons here either. Just letting the rain fall. It was a typical Saturday. I’d just finished with my morning run, and now, I took a break to check my phone for updates on friends. It started first…

That Voice Still Mocks

I wore thick glasses, awkward bangs, and clothes that were way too big. Most of all, I was overweight. I still remember those dreadful middle school years, my awkward years. I can still recall the snide remarks some of my peers made in regards to my weight. I hated P.E. because I was slow at running and…

A bunch of tangents about life

Someone recently made the comment that I don’t seem like an introvert, since I always seem to be organizing activities, and I seem to like spending a lot of time with people. Words I never thought I would hear. But this someone never knew the past me. Flashback to high school. I was so shy…