A conversation between a cup of echinacea tea and myself… — I needed some echinacea tea to combat unpredictable allergy season. Even though it doesn’t impact me as much as when I was younger, I don’t enjoy the itching eyes, feeling lethargic, and the one I despise the most is coughing. …

When questions and directions aren’t needed… — I was so sure that my memories served me well. I carried all the emotions that came with the memories, created stories, and self-talked to myself about those stories, telling myself, “I owned them proudly!” At the same time, I felt uneasy. I felt like I had a thousand tons…

In response to Dancing Elephants Press prompt 33 of 52 — I read Dr. Preeti Singh’s “Life and its Precious Memories,” and thought of a couple of episodes in my life that were beautiful and inspiring. They weren’t beautiful because they were stress-free… they were beautiful because they allowed me to express my creativity, to be who I am without a…

The pull and push flow throughout, finding the untamed destination — “No! tomorrow isn’t Monday… or is it?” The hope sinks a little in the left compartment of Sandy’s heart, yet the dream jumps a bit in the right compartment of her heart. It’s always been like this since Sandy ever remembered it. Waking up on Sunday is the hardest… the…

The message isn’t in any of it… — “What’s up with the blank page?” asked Mrs. Munro to supposedly the future valedictorian. Nancy looked up, shrugged, and answered, “ I am not sure, Mrs. Munro. I can’t think of the answer; I think the question is redundant.” Mrs. Munro smiled and said, “I understand. You have until Wednesday…

The voice of ‘Don’t’… the hope of ‘Let’s see’… — “Congratulations!” “Well… baby number one won’t be easy! Your body may feel out of whack, breastfeeding can be painful, those pounds can be ages to shed, and… lack of sleep!” “But, it’s all gonna be worth it when you see the smiles, those little fingers are moving around… and one…

A path leading to the most expensive mirror one could own… — The Civil War Within Myself… I am not very good at drawing. No, this isn’t a fact that I figured out myself. It was labeled by others. It happened a long time ago when I was at a tender age, and just like magic, it stuck with me like it was a part of me. …

My Entry for Be Open Writing Contest #1 — Poetry (New Year vibes) — Ah… it is the 28th day of March The third month of 2023… supposedly a new year after 2022… Well… at least the digit of the year is new, mathematically speaking, And with counting backward from ten to one, Seemingly new things ought to happen… the “would,” not “will”…. We…

The Gift that haunts her… — Hospital, Monday At 3:30 Dawn, December 5 Not to spoil the moment! It’s a girl! What do you mean it’s a girl? No, tell me one more time! A girl? How’s that possible? We planned it carefully! We prayed for it for the whole nine months. This must be a joke! Choi walked into the room and…