Her skin was smooth and even and her smile was glowing. Her style was intriguing with her daring heels, cheerful colors, and playfully flowing skirt. But why, young flower, are you so afraid?
Last September, my brother underwent a trial treatment at the University of Illinois Hospital in Chicago to expel his Sickle Cell Disease blood from his body. How do they do that? you ask. Well, they find a match and exchange that person's blood cells for his own. Pretty simple. They flush his body with the new blood, and… Continue reading Born with Sickle Cell Disease
A lot of my friends are foodies. A lot of people are foodies, but I mostly eat to survive. There are things I particularly like to eat but I’m not a very picky eater and I don’t frequently have cravings. After I got home from Japan, I was probably most excited to eat quesadillas or… Continue reading I’m Not A Foodie?
I had never imagined sirens to be male creatures until I overheard a song playing one day at work. The mythical creatures were always depicted as female beings that would lure sailors to sail into rocky waters with the distraction of their beautiful song. But the male singer’s voice had the same captivating grasp for… Continue reading Sirens
I used to work part-time at my university library, and now that my mom has a school, I’ve decided to start cataloging and organizing the children’s books. I’ve come across some really good literature in the process. I’ve found a graphic novel based on the story of the “Korean Robin Hood,” Hong Kil Dong. The… Continue reading Lessons from A Picture Book
Do you remember when Lucy had returned to her brothers and sister from Narnia, but no time had passed at all? Time passed so slowly in Narnia in comparison, or barely at all. In a way, I felt like that as I was reading through the Old Testament a second time. I have read most of the… Continue reading Fast-Forward Dynasties
“Whuddabout the othuh name?” I asked. “Whea you git Oshea from?” “I got it from this music artist I used tuh like,” my dad answered, again with little explanation. I thought through the old-school artists I knew my dad listened to, but the name Oshea did not jog my memory of late-80’s/early-90’s hip hop and… Continue reading My Namesake (cont’d)