In my last blog post, I wrote about how food is a central part of my family’s identity. I’ve definitely adopted that (and learned to appreciate it), and am also trying to learn how to cook my own recipes. Continue reading “food of my people”
I grew up in a pretty large Southeast Asian family, where everyone lives no further than an hour away from one another. Growing up we always had huge family events with dozens and dozens of cousins running around and playing while our parents chatted. People would tell us it was time to leave, and get stuck in more compelling conversation (so we learned early on that the first 3 times your parents say it is time to leave… it isn’t).
Happy New Years everyone! I’m not one for making new years resolutions (since I often don’t follow them), but this year I’ve been thinking about bringing them back into my life. On paper, and displayed in a VERY visible place like the fridge.
Wow, it seems like I’ve been talking about starting this blog for ages! I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be me, what parts of my identity I really love and what parts of it I feel like I’ve lost. So here I am. Making this wordpress because truth be told, I miss writing… so much. In reflecting these last few months I realized it would be incredibly healing to create a blog for myself, a place where I could think out loud, encourage myself to try new things, be somewhat creative, and honestly just give myself the space to open up a little more.