I haven’t written on this blog in 7 months, and I am not surprised. I have thought about it often and realized I have left the blog unloved, perhaps looking back I can realize my lack of writing is also tied to how I am doing on some inner level along with the fact my daughter and I are still apart. I haven’t written a post about my feelings on it, and yet I think…
Motherhood I have always dreamed of since childhood Motherhood was once what I thought might never happen Motherhood I have now entered and yet Motherhood is not what I envisioned Motherhood isn’t the one of my dreams Motherhood came crashing down on me unexpectedly Motherhood that wasn’t ready for a preemie Motherhood that has been dotted with anxiety Motherhood during a pandemic Motherhood with limited interaction Motherhood felt with moments of isolation Motherhood filled with…
I feel like there is no better place to learn about impermanance than here in my husband’s hometown in Tibet.
{Since I first drafted this post our daughter was born and has a given name. Given the fact that she was a preemie I find it extremely fitting for her.} Many moms and dads -to-be have names for their future children picked out long before they start families. I’m not one of those people. I hate picking names or naming people or things. For the last six and a half years I have had students…
I don’t publicly boast about my husband much or if at all, but he has been really good to me while I have been pregnant and through the birth of our daughter. My husband is a fabulous cook and normally we split the cooking or I do more of it, but during my first trimester I felt nauseous all the time and had a busy school schedule which left me exhausted by the time I…
One of my resolutions this year was to become more environmentally friendly than I already am. It happens to be resolution #9 if anyone is curious. Some of the habits I wanted to work on were: shorter showers less snacks/ take out beverages turn off lights recycle more donate old clothes reduce, reuse
Back in August, I was sitting in a white tent on the Dzorge Grasslands where Dondrup’s parents camp for the summer and I began writing a poem in English for our future child. At the time, I only had the first two verses written and couldn’t figure out what I wanted to write after that. Should I make it longer? All I knew was that once it was completed I wanted to try and write…
This year once again I have set a resolution to read 4 books throughout the year. I know that sounds like a terribly small number, but I am not a reader by any means. So I figured 4 was a safe number that I could easily achieve and take pride in the fact that I was learning something new. I do read many online articles and news stories, but I don’t always read many books…
When I first told my mom I was pregnant I called her around 6 in the morning her time and so she started crying at the news. It wasn’t a response I was expecting, but it was super sweet. She was very excited. I told her that originally I had no intentions of telling her until she arrived in Chengdu which at that point I would be 14 weeks pregnant. I told her I realized…
As I age, I reflect on the things I want and wonder if at some point the way our capitalistic society works is working against us? Recently, in my vicinity a lot of people are pregnant or giving birth to babies, it makes me question if I will ever have the chance myself. While it pains me it made me think about how society has changed and what affects it might have on us psychologically.