The Cycle of Boredom During The Holiday

Boredom is an utter understatement of my life during the holiday, I have a whole lot of beneficial activities waiting for my approval but my procrastination “demon” strikes in and consumes me wholly. “Tomorrow, I’ll do that”, “I’ll be extremely productive tomorrow”. These are the words or should I say, the spells, enchanted by the procrastination “demon” that compelled me to dump everything into the seemingly incessant “tomorrow”. At the end of the day, I complain that my day was unproductive and boring. Sometimes when my brain intends to send impulses to the rest of my body to clear my to-do list, my body just, they just don’t respond at all! Seriously, they’re like possessed by something that disapproves productivity. Maybe it’s true, maybe the heart wants what it wants. Hah, what a Selena Gomez reference. K, Scratch that. Back to topic, I’ve been intending to create a routine, which is one article or poem a day, finish a book within a week (I’m a slow reader, so this might be quite challenging to me, haha) , expand my range of vocabulary and a cup of green tea everyday. This routine might sound simple but it’s obviously way better than my current routine, not to mention, I’m desperate in improving my essay writing skill too. Finger crossed. Hope that I’ll keep up with my new routine. Until then, see ya!

A Woman’s Unspeakable Agony

Her cheeks

Were flooded with streaks

Of tears.

Her hopes

Were shattered

And crushed

By the edge of gear.

She bled

She screeched

She screamed

Miserably

But none

Were heard by ears.

Months of affliction

Endless torment

Generated a piece of

Melancholy melody

Followed up by

Echoes

Of mourning

And fear.

She bore

Only to find

A pair of bootees

That will never

Be worn

For years… –TheGagaTan

To The PTA Moms at My Son’s School

Raising My Rainbow

Last week I published a blog post about things said during a PTA meeting I attended at my youngest son’s school. I wanted to shine a light on the homophobic, transphobic, insensitive, hateful and hurtful things that some moms said during the meeting and show that as far as we have come in LGBTQ acceptance and equality, there is still much work to be done. And sometimes that work needs to be done in heavy doses at places much closer to home than we’d like.

Almost immediately, PTA moms from our school started commenting, messaging and reacting viscerally on social media.

As they did, I stared at the PTA tagline: Every child, One voice. I’m not convinced that our PTA as a whole cares about every child and some of the voices I heard that night are not voices I want speaking on behalf of my child. That being said…

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Words Not To Say In Front Of My Kids

Dysfunctional Literacy

I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they'd better not say. (image via wikimedia) I tell my kids they can think anything they want, but there are some things they’d better not say. (image via wikimedia)

I told my daughters this morning that they’d need to take a sack lunch to school tomorrow, and they laughed at me.  I wasn’t expecting them to laugh.

It took me a moment to realize why they thought sack lunch was funny.  When I was their age (around 35 years ago), sack lunch wasn’t funny.  I carried a sack lunch to school every day, and nobody laughed.  I think I even called it a sack lunch.  Everybody called it that.  But somewhere along the way, kids picked up on the word sack, and a new source of humor was created.

Now I can’t say sack in front of my daughters; I have to say “brown paper bag.”  If I had two sons, maybe it wouldn’t matter much.  But…

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What Happens When You Go Viral: On Wanting to Give Up

Such Small Hands

I recently found out that the hit count on my Relevant article back in June was over 1.6 million. The editor told me it was the second-biggest traffic day in the history of their website. That’s mind-boggling to me.

If you had asked me a year ago what I thought it would mean to have a piece get that much exposure, I would have assumed it would be my big break. That it would boost my blog, lead to freelance opportunities, help connect me to the right people. That it would be my open door into the world of professional writing and publishing. That it would bring me validation and satisfaction. It would reassure me that what I’m doing here isn’t pointless and that my story matters.

Do you want to know the truth?

It hasn’t done any of those things. For a few weeks I received a lot of…

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