Forget the politics. Forget if you’re red or blue or a different color altogether. Becoming, by Michelle Obama speaks to the part of us that’s beyond that, to the humanity at our core. This is not so much a book about being a Former First Lady of the United States, but much more so a book about the incredible and inspirational story of a girl who could have been (and could still be) any of us—a girl who grew up not having much, who faltered and second-guessed herself, and who took the long way ’round to live a remarkable life.
“So…did the victim duct tape her door before or after she was murdered?” Agent David Rossi asked, amused at the sight of duct tape covering the hole in the shattered glass door.
“Ugh, Rossi, bad joke,” said Agent Emily Prentiss, shaking her head.Read More »
She did not bloom in the warmth of spring—
Her petals did not wave at the bees
And butterflies fluttering by,
And she did not bask in the sun,
While the birds chirped their lullabies.
She was more suited to the chill of winter—
Her petals glistened with icy snowflakes
With thorns as sharp as icicles,
For she was a rose that bloomed in adversity,
Thriving where no one thought possible.
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Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet.
Remember not to let the numbers—of likes, of followers, of zeros on a check—make you feel like you are less than, because you are not. You are absolutely enough.
Remember that J.K. Rowling used to be a single mother, depressed and trying to survive on welfare benefits, while the Harry Potter series was rejected by 12 different publishers.
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
A new year means another step closer to embracing my flaws, my dreams, and my inner fangirl obsessions: in short, being brave enough to embrace everything that makes me, me. Thus, it seems apt to update this post to reflect how I’ve grown in the past year and admit the truths I am now brave enough to say.
Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.
A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.
I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws.Read More »
Frost clung to the branches
Of the barren trees,
And the cotton snow sighs
Beneath our feet.
Yet, we barely feel
The chilly air,
For our lips trail fire
Wherever they meet.
© Jade M. Wong
I have held many hands before,
Soft hands, rough hands, and others more,
But when I’m holding your hand in mine,
You are everything I’ve ever wished for.
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