Monthly Archives: January 2015

It was the same routine almost everyday this past summer. Wake up at 6 in the morning. Run a mile on the treadmill. Take a shower. Get myself in order. Whip up a bowl of Quaker Oats strawberry instant oatmeal … Continue reading →

BE A MAN OF YOUR WORD BY CASEY DAWES Growing up in the world today is not easy. My generation, called the Millennials by some, is not known to be the most honest or respectful. Often times we give other … Continue reading →

Individuality – the expression of one’s naturally occurring true self. Do you consider yourself extroverted, or do you hide much of your character? What do people interpret when they meet and interact with you, and on the other end of … Continue reading →

Before my grandmother  passed away last year at the age of 69 .  I was very serious about reflecting on how people should be treating one another. She was and still is one of the biggest inspirations on how I … Continue reading →

I’ve always been labeled “the restless one” amongst my family and friends. I grew up in suburban north Texas, went to an average high school in a middle class neighborhood, spent my weekends hanging out with friends and worked a … Continue reading →

Heartbreaks are the events that proceed in the creation of the most touching art. But what about the healing process, the aimlessly wandering that precedes the creation of a deep mind? While I’m no expert in the love field, I … Continue reading →

People normally ask me if my boyfriend bought the ring on my finger. The ring that says, “True Love Waits.” The answer is, and always will be: no. I made the decision on my own, and no matter what you … Continue reading →

Ever since I was a little girl my mother always told me that everything happens for a reason. I never realized the depths of the “everything happens for a reason” quote until I was about nine years old. Only a … Continue reading →

It happened in that cold January six years ago, my aunt started feeling dizzy sometimes. She was an ordinary clerk at local taxation bureau, and everything she did everyday was similar to every middle-aged Chinese woman—cooking, washing, cleaning, waiting her … Continue reading →