Thank you to live2laugh4love blogger for offering me this award! :) Check out this blogger’s website Gotta love the Liebster Award. :)

Here are the 11 questions:

1. Early Bird or Night Owl?

Depends. :)

2. Having to make the choice would you be Blind or Deaf?

I’m studying ASL right now so at least if I became Deaf, I could sign! :)

3. A moment in your life that brought the greatest joy?

Wow… There are lots of really happy moments. One great moment though. . . Maybe trying falafel for the first time.

4. Your dream/Where would you live?

I would live somewhere with people that I love.

5. Something of substance you want people to know about you?

I’m kinda craving falafel right now. Maybe I should eat lunch.

6. Laptop or Desktop?

Technology is great. Laptops are great for the go.

7. Coffee? Cream/Suger? and/ or Tea? Sugar/Lemon?

None of the above. I don’t drink coffee or tea.

8. If your married, your couples song? Single, your favorite song?

UGH! There are so many great songs. How do you pick one? But I’ve had “Crazy Beautiful” by Andy Grammar stuck in my head lately.

9. What did you want to be when you grew up?

Dancing, drying, crafting, writing person.

10. Your go-to for staying positive?

Staying positive can be really difficult. Writing down goals for the future helps me look forward to something when the going gets rough.

11. If it was possible to go back to the past 10yrs would you? Would you change your today and what would you say?

I’m all for time travel. I don’t really understand the second half of this question. But change is important. I’d tell myself to keeping fighting. :)

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Thanks for reading! Have a beautiful day.   <3


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Alizabeth Leake—talented poet, wonderful tutor, caring friend. Her gifted writing skills are shown below in some of the poems she has allowed me to post here on this blog. Enjoy!  <3


Love Story of a Dirt Road

I pulled at my mother’s sleeve

when I couldn’t match my feet to hers,

feeling pricks of scab at her elbows

that she always had

from clawing her goose bumps,


and asked if I could take a picture

of a shoreline of mud on an overturned rock,

a single soggy sock on the road.


The love story of a country road

is not a song

an essay

an attempt to say

the thin-wind thirst of the long, sun worn days


it does not speak through

the weeds

fence posts

layers of rock, or even

a single, dry feather.


It is as silent as the highest winter-limbs of the cedar.


We stayed until evening because to leave meant

to be alone again, as is a part of love,


and with the setting red sun all sank into

a prayer that hangs by the root tangles,

heavier than the tired eyelids

of the newborn.

To the Stairs from My Room in the Basement

At day, I’ll smell your climate of small

bodies shadow-legged and webbed and pay

my morning salutation so each vertebrae

in your bent back cracks under heel’s fall,

take the slanted staff that stems the wall—

forget the bed of my spent head you play

this night, my ribs and hips and face that lay

hard swollen in your crib, forget all.

Against your diagonal wilderness

this night I compass my angular soul,

though the weather of loneliness and soft yawn.

You are the chamber in which I undress

and arrange rigid limbs. Hold me whole,

old heart-closet, keep, bridge me to dawn.


Age 5. You looked for the chain of paper clips hooked

beneath the top drawer, felt for coins in the slots

of my cassette case and between picture book pages,

for beads dug through the seams of stuffed animals

and looked again because only if they weren’t there

would you remember checking for the things I’d stolen.


Age 7. You hid in a cupboard set between black marble floor

and black marble countertop when you skipped little league

cheer practice because you weren’t supposed to be home.

I stared at the pins of light that came through the hinges.


Age 13. In the after-vacation invasion, my brother found

a jar of pickles, the lid’s pressure button belly-up.

Everyone else had egg salad for lunch and lost it

for dinner. I declined, and for that I thank you.


Age 18.  My EMT workbook open on my desk: two wings

limp with fatigue. Check-offs in the margins like beaker marks,

a purple-capped phial of separated blood in my pencil mug.

I almost finished at the top of the class but you convinced me

not to take the exam so I would never risk mixing winged

with shielded IV catheters or counting CPR beats too quickly.


One day, you’ll shuffle over tile in padded orthopedics

so I wake in the morning and wonder what I heard,

knee jerk my way downstairs to check the furnace and jump

at an empty popcorn bag. Maybe, I’ll wonder just long enough

to forget whether or not I should latch the chimney at night.

Wooden Ducks

A pair of them, Korean, one of three decorations that I wasn’t willing to leave at home when I went to college. One of the beaks is painted green and the other red with the wood visible beneath. Each cups the length of my palm, a little skinnier, a little taller, the weight of an egg. After eleventh grade when my friend went back home to Seul after a year, she gave them to me in a silk sack. “Remember, this is wedding gift, for happy marriage.”

I keep one in each boot.

At Closing

Behind the refrigerator doors

hall of mirrors,

behind the metal racks under the light bulbs’

spread, there fallen


on dark cement: a gallon of skim milk,

handle split like an opened bean,

milk pours staccato out of the seam

the widening tundra-gray tide.


A grocer boy with hands in pockets

counts empty slots down the dairy aisle,

across the spill’s edge,

the milk prickling on rough cement.

In Motion

1. A smooth surface reflects light in a single, brilliant beam. It is on the harsh and fractured ground that light disperses, touching our dark corners.

2. Friction. 1) Static: The resistance to starting movement. 2) Kinetic: The resistance to continuing movement. Remember holding hands for the first time?

3. The principle of latent heat demonstrates that the temperature we feel is the transfer of heat or energy between two objects. We measure all things by measuring the change in ourselves.


brown rice spills

out of a blue tupperware

like yesterday’s minutes.

On Prayer

When you first learn a song, play with one hand at a time.

When you know the right and left, play with both hands together.

When you know a song in your heart, forget how to play the one hand without the other.



Song: “I Wanna Grow Old with You”

Band: Westlife

Just because this song is amazing. Grab some tissues in case you tear up. Hope you have a beautiful day!  <3  <3  <3


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Often when you travel, you really, really, really, really really miss people—family, friends, loved ones. Whoever it may be, when you are reunited, it feels like everything is right and safe in the world again. :)

So another great bonus to traveling (amongst all the other obvious reasons) is that you realize how much you care about the ones you love and then appreciate them even more than you did before.

This picture basically sums it up:

I hope you’ve had a beautiful day!!   <3


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I could really use a French croissant or baguette or macaroon right now. But Amélie is the next best thing. :)  This movie is beautiful, and the soundtrack is, too.

Who doesn’t love curling up with a good book to read after a long, hot day? Maybe some of my loves will inspire your summer reading! Here are some of books that came to the top of my head (listed in no particular order of preference).

1. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
I read this my sophomore year of high school and fell in love. SOOOOOO much better than the movie (my apologies to all those hard-core, movie fans).

2. The Great Brain series by John Dennis FitzgeraldRealistic family relationships. Set in Utah. Funny & clever. I also cried sometimes. Read this for nostalgia of childhood summertimes.


3. P&PEmmaPersuasion by Jane Austen

I’m not a Jane-ite. But Emma, I think I have decided (at least for right now, at this very moment), is my favorite.


4. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

I read this classic my freshman year of high school. I remember being a little creeped out but also endearingly intrigued by all the mystical stuff going on. Also, angsty teenage me connected with Jane.


5. The Harry Potter Series by the one and only J.K.

In two words?
My childhood. :) I remember being so excited during the summer for the next book to come out. *sigh*


6. Second Class Citizen by Buchi Emecheta

When I was living in London, I read this book. Beautifully written and beautiful main character. Must. Read. I *cannot* stress this enough.


7. The Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Yet again, another childhood classic.


8. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

I also read Little Women my sophomore year of high school.
Or, at least, I finished the unabridged version. I remember reading a shortened version when I was in elementary school. When I was in fourth grade, I was Jo for Halloween. I’d like to pretend that I still am.


9. Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

If you would like to read my review, go to


10. Agatha Christie novels

I am, by no means, a prolific reader of Agatha. But it’s been fun reading some murder mysteries this summer. I really enjoyed the ABC Murders. How could you not love Poirot (whose name I think I can *finally* pronounce correctly)?
Currently, I am reading Murder at the Vicarage, and it’s so hilarious, sometimes I literally LOL. :)

Well, that’s all folks. I hope you enjoyed looking at some of my favorite books! :)

Have a beautiful day!!!   <3


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Get excited! :)  My new “ad campaign” for the TMV. I hope everyone had a lovely holiday. Have a beautiful day!   <3


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