a person of uncouth or unconventional habits, attitudes, etc., especially one considered a menace, nuisance or the like.

Almost asleep

I hate sitting in my room, in the lap of luxury. I look around and it's like the walls are eating me, it's like some disease and I can't scratch it off my skin. I drag my nails over goosebumps... Continue Reading →


Ever had a moment when you just don't know how you do it? How you keep going? How you made it this far? Ever looked back and cringed at all the years taken from you by depression and thought, oh... Continue Reading →


I’m an open book, but just because you’ve read my pages doesn't mean I trust you. You can read all my passages, learn every word by heart. You'll never understand me. I don't hide things, yet I have secrets. Each... Continue Reading →

Resurrection Sunday

Celebrating today with family!

Matthew 11:30

I love this #braincancerawareness #bracelet. It's a gentle reminder that even when I don't feel #brave, God is with me supplying me with courage and strength. | Matt.11:30 | #ilovejesus #chemotherapy #cancersucks

My Little Ham

This little angel came with me while I got my injections.

Ladies’ Night at Mora Italian

Yesterday I decided that I wanted to have a ladies' night out with my mom and Stacey, a night where we could dress up fancy and get dolled up to enjoy ourselves. While thinking of what we should do, I... Continue Reading →

Early morning

Stand tall. 

Sometimes you just have to take a stand for yourself. You deserve respect. You deserve to be treated like a human being -- nothing less. 

I am an Autobot.

I talked to my oncologist today. She explained the cancer to me in a way I hadn't heard before. She said its almost like a car's computer. She said if the car's computer is malfunctioning, it might set off the... Continue Reading →

Vyne Valentyne, A Memoir (Ch. 2)

The Valentyne Manor, East Shroud, 1568 The ticking of the clock was the only sound in the parlor, save for the occasional shift of papers each time the teenage Vyne turned the page of the book she held above her... Continue Reading →

Vyne Valentyne, A Memoir (Ch. 1)

The Valentyne Manor, East Shroud, 1561 The door slowly shoved open, a pair of wide, purple eyes the color of amethyst peeking in through the crack a few ilms wide, a button nose set beneath them, and under it a... Continue Reading →

Plans & Pneumonia

Hello people! It's been a hectic few days. I worked most of Friday, and my last two appointments were for Nay Nay & Lee Lee, so after we finished they treated me to dinner at Cherry Blossom Noodle Cafe. I... Continue Reading →

Protected: Woes.

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January in Pictures

Here's my video of January's photo-a-day challenge.

New Year, New Goals

I'm baaaaack. I was able to pick up my laptop from the Apple Store today, and I couldn't be more excited! I can now get back to regular writing, which is perfect because writing more regularly is part of my... Continue Reading →

Spittaz For’Em Presents: Exile

This last Saturday night my honey (Deven, known to me as Mosha or Honey, and to others by his stage name Dnoch) had a performance at an event called Exile, sponsored by Spittaz For'Em  from Las Vegas. The event was... Continue Reading →

An Overdue Update

It's been about two, almost three months, since I've written anything of substance. I've made small updates to my personal journal, but not much else. As much as I want to blame this on my currently broken Macbook, I can't... Continue Reading →

Herberger Theater Festival of the Arts

Today Andrew and I went on an adventure to partake in the festivities at the annual Festival of the Arts put on by the Herberger Theater. There was live music, performances, children's activities and food/shopping -- oh, and of course,... Continue Reading →

I’m Angry at Lyle

Well, it has been one heck of a day. Ups and downs for sure… I had an appointment this afternoon to do some follow-up testing. (I completed a similar set of tests at the onset of diagnosis.) The tests were... Continue Reading →

10.29.16 Recap

Man! It's been one heck of a day, and I know the next three days will be pretty busy, too. Last night mom and I spent time together talking and watching our favorite cooking shows (Chopped, Beat Bobby Flay &... Continue Reading →

Medical Update

I received a call from my doctor’s office this morning. They were calling to schedule some preliminary diagnostic tests to test my brain functions such as my memory, comprehension, word recall, etc. Then, depending on my results, I will be... Continue Reading →

The Scars of Battle

It was a pretty lazy, uneventful day for me. I've been dealing with a horrible headache since Sunday. Honestly, it's rather frustrating that no matter what I do or what remedies or medications I try, the pain doesn't ease up.... Continue Reading →

Icepick Stabbing Pains

I talked to the neurooncologist today. She said that my head pains are normal because of the pressure that the tumor is creating. She had her assistant email me a list of questions that I should fill out whenever I... Continue Reading →

Just one of those days

I've been sick in bed all day today. This morning when I woke up, Pops took me to Urgent Care, and I was told that I have the tummy flu. So I've pretty much spent all day either in bed... Continue Reading →

Costume shopping!

Tonight mom, Lisa and I went to the new Goodwill that was recently built down the street. I wanted to go to look at their costumes, since I still haven't decided what I want to dress up as for the... Continue Reading →

Taking one for the team

Lots of thoughts swirl through my mind throughout the day. The most encouraging concept is the feeling that I'm taking a hit for the team.  Statistically, people get tumors. It's what happens. I'm grateful that it's happening to me, instead... Continue Reading →

Just thoughts. 

I don't feel like a good person. I wanted to open with that because once the truth is stated, there's nothing left to hide. I could have done so much more with my life up to this point. I didn't.... Continue Reading →

Creatures, Part 4 — Operam

The elder chewed carefully on his dinner, taking care to present an untroubled countenance. Instead of contemplating the unusual turn of events after the storytelling, he forced his thoughts to more mundane streams. The moon was filling out, and his... Continue Reading →

Learning As You Go

Having cancer is one of those things that you improvise, sort of like playing a made up game where you’re making up the rules as you go along. Living with cancer is not one of those games that comes with... Continue Reading →

Creatures, Part Two

Part two!


Meelo stood apart from the children with his arms tucked over his chest. They sat huddled around a small fire hanging on the every word of the tribe elder. The tale he was telling, the tale of the creature, had been passed down in the tribe for as long as anyone could remember. No one in the tribe could tell you where the story came from. Everyone just knew it and accepted it, except for Meelo.

There had been a time when he believed, when he woke up soaked in sweat with tremors running through his body in fear of the creature, but those beliefs died with his mother. His father walked through the door of their hut that day drenched in rain and blood and fell to his knees. Meelo raced to his father, “Ni’nah! What happened?”

His father started to weep, Meelo looked around for his Mother, “Where…

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Creatures, Part One

Part one of a collaborative short story that I’m writing alongside three dear friends.


Legend has it that when temptation forces out the carnal instinct within, when greed begins to overtake charity, when desperation crosses the line of man and animal, your soul regrows into that not of a human being, but a creature: a beast of the darkest evils, an animal whose heart is made of malice and avarice intertwined.

Gods and devils alike are akin to this foul beast, and although he is lower in his power and position than either entity, he will still relentlessly consume and conquer with the forest as his kingdom.

His hunger is endless. Every fleeting second of the constantly moving day, he is searching, hunting, scavenging for his next meal. And what does such a filthy being have for his nourishment? Nothing other than his mortal counterpart — the human being.

The flesh and blood of his hominid brethren is how this revolting monster sustains himself…

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I can't sleep. It's not one of my better moments. I keep thinking about how it is already week four into chemo and how fast time is going...It just reminds me that life is fleeting, and I feel like I'm... Continue Reading →

The Battle I Didn’t Choose

Today is the start of my fourth week of chemo, and sometimes it's still surreal that I have brain cancer. It just doesn't seem real. In so many ways I feel the same as always, almost like nothing is different... Continue Reading →

My 500 Words — Day One

A/N: I decided yesterday that I need to write more. Not just more, but daily. I know that this is something that I've told myself to do plenty of times, and clearly, I have never stuck to those goals long-term.... Continue Reading →

My favorite athlete.

Words cannot express how grateful I am for my family. Throughout this trial in my life, they have come through for me like I never could have imagined they would. Today, I was supposed to be in NM with my... Continue Reading →

“I want daddy.”

"I want daddy, I want daddy, I want daddy!" was all 15 year old Cameron Sterling could say between sobs as his mother, Quinyetta McMillon, addressed the media: "The individuals involved in his murder took away a man with children... Continue Reading →

My Happy Planner: Week One — Art by Flow

Well, this week is already coming to an end, and my weekly spread in MHP is pretty much full. While I didn’t have many appointments this week, I use MHP to keep track of my daily bible reading, encouraging notes,... Continue Reading →

My Happy Planner!

Well, it’s official: I am obsessed. Not too long ago my best friend turned me onto My Happy Planner. Only minutes after looking this up on Pintrest, I became consumed and I knew I had to have one. I immediately... Continue Reading →


I want to talk about politics. I know I've had difficult conversation about racism, including with friends and family whom I greatly respect, but who don't necessarily see eye to eye with me on this. I know this Democratic presidential... Continue Reading →

The story we tell about poverty isn’t true

"I am the exception because of luck and privilege, not hard work. And I'm not being modest or self-deprecating -- I'm amazing. But most people work hard. Hard work is the common denominator in the equation. And I'm tired of... Continue Reading →

An experiment.

I have come up with an idea that I think will yield interesting results. So, my birthday is approaching quickly and inevitably, I know that people will ask what I want. Well, I’ve decided that I would like my friends... Continue Reading →

Aleppols Burning

I don't know how much good an awareness profile pic does, but it's something. The Syrian government is carrying out attacks against Aleppo that are on par with the bombing of Gaza or the shelling of Sarajevo.  They are war... Continue Reading →

My hazmat suit matches my ASPCA Vans.

Prompt: The American Dream

Part one of a short story that I wrote for this week’s prompt in a writing group that I am a part of. Enjoy and feel free to comment!

Art by Flow

Old Glory’s High (Part 1)

It’s late, the stars create cookie-cutter light impressions in a tattered pitch sky as the neighbor’s Golden Retriever howls off-key to the seductive pull of the blossoming full moon outside.

She’s here, as usual, her hair a bit more tangled and greasy, her amber waves slowly ebbing away to dirty bleach blonde like sand being stolen over the years by an ever-hungry sea. Her hands are thin and nervous, tangled together like a fish in a net, dancing like spiders in their silken webs as she shuffles from foot to foot, rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to keep warm down here in her condition.

The air is cold, stifling, a touch too sterile, in a worrisome contrast to her unpleasantly hopeful expression.

“I can’t keep doing this,” I say, and her puppyish look, almost pathetic in that blatant begging, sours like curdled milk…

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In memorium 

It's been 5 years since my Tata Chon passed away. Well technically it was 5 years to the day on March 8th, three days ago. However, I was reminded of the anniversary when I logged into Facebook this morning, and... Continue Reading →

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