Today is Dad’s death anniversary. Twenty-two years and it still things every now and then.
Happy 3rd anniversary, Jor. Thank you for loving me persistently, constantly, and tirelessly.
I have always meant to write about residency. I’ve always had drafts in my head and sentences jotted down. I’ve always meant to, but I never really got to that, […]
And to my superhero mother, happy mother’s day. Let this be my gift for now. I promise to make it up to you next year. I love you!
This might sound funny now, but when I was young, I really wanted to be a queen.
Seventy. Today, Dad would have been seventy.
When I was a kid, I used to watch The Lion King all the time.