“Me Too”: If outside the workplace counts

Ever since the #metoo hashtag surfaced, disturbing images have come out of the shadows of my mind, and lingered at the edge of the circle of victims, wondering if my plight was as harrowing as theirs. Situations like: Community doctor – a friend of my parents, an uncle to me who smiled and laughed while…

Welcome home! Please don’t unpack!

When the bird needs the nest again, does it ever work? Is there ever a time when the parent of an adult individual (I have a hard time saying “adult child”) invites said individual back home to regroup, and they don’t end up needing therapy? I’m asking about any parent-son or parent-daughter relationship, but specifically…

4 Self-Care Habits You Can Sneak During Work

Originally posted on urbandwellersph:
Self-care is the most valuable yet the most neglected aspect of adulthood. Growing up, we are wired to believe that grades, community involvement, and careers are more important than our physical and mental health. Thus, we burn ourselves out because of overstimulation and repetitive tasks in our respective cubicles and workstations…

Cancer scare: Laughter after the lump

When I woke up giggling in the brightly lit hospital room, surrounded by a surgical staff, I had good reason to be happy though I didn’t know it yet. Just days before, I’d discovered a lump in my breast while performing a self-breast exam after my shower. I didn’t know all these signs of breast…

None of my business

I used to make it my business to care what people were saying behind my back. It was during my high school days when much of what was said was right in my face. Being called bumpy or crater face because of my acne pimples or white girl because I talked proper, stung with the…

Snow angels: Giving without expecting

It’s mid-September, and in Baltimore, Maryland cooler weather greets the mornings making me think of delicious new comfort foods to create, a new search for the perfect coat to keep me warm, more snow boots, and inevitably my snow angels during the Baltimore blizzard of 2010. I figured I’m either gonna freeze to death in…

More fruits! More Veggies!

You know why I loved being a vegan? NO GUILT! No dietary guilt. As long as I stayed away from processed foods, I could eat whatever fruits and vegetables I wanted, as much as I wanted, without any animal by-product guilt for consuming foods containing dairy or the fat or body fluids of an animal.…