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We’re moving to California! Life has happened and happened quickly.
Let me be crystal clear: if you’ve faced a tragedy and someone tells you in any way, shape or form that your tragedy was meant to be, that it happened for a reason, that it will make you a better person, or that taking responsibility for it will fix it, you have every right to remove them from your life. Grief is brutally painful. Grief does not only occur when someone dies. When relationships fall apart, you grieve. When opportunities are shattered, you grieve. When dreams die, you grieve. When illnesses wreck you, you grieve. So I’m going to repeat a few words I’ve uttered countless times; words so powerful and honest they tear at the hubris of every jackass who participates in the debasing of the grieving: Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
Everything Doesn’t Happen For A Reason — Tim Lawrence (via fragilis)
Khanh-Hoa Nguyen stirs a pot of green papaya and pigs’ feet soup. The clear broth and pale green chunks of unripe melon are redolent with fish sauce, the way her own mother prepared the soup after Nguyen’s sister gave birth.
After her second year at the University of California at Berkeley, Nguyen was spending the summer at her parents’ home in Los Angeles, watching her mother prepare big pots of Vietnamese postpartum foods for her sister.
“I don’t think I would have known if I didn’t go home that summer,” says Nguyen, who is now co-editing one of the most comprehensive English language cookbooks featuring traditional Asian foods for new mothers.
For generations, new Vietnamese mothers have eaten this stew, just as Korean mothers have downed bowls of seaweed soup and Chinese women have simmered pigs’ feet with ginger and vinegar. The food traditions stretch back for centuries, part of the practice of resting for the first 30 days after giving birth that is common throughout Asia.
For Centuries, These Asian Recipes Have Helped New Moms Recover From Childbirth
Photo: Grace Hwang Lynch for NPR Caption: Dr. Marilyn Wong serves green papaya and pigs’ feet soup, a Vietnamese dish believed to fortify new mothers.
Albert was once just in a shelter. A mop of matted fur and the saddest brown eyes I had ever seen. His days now consist of morning walks, chasing squirrels and wowing school kids. He eats some fancy schmancy food because he has some skin allergies, he naps, walks again, sometimes goes off leash and will try and hump dogs bigger than him. He comes home tuckered out and claims the couch as his sleeping quarters. If you listen closely, you can hear him snoring the night away.
To love me is to love a haunted house.
Brenna Twohy, Anxiety: A Ghost Story (via thelovejournals)
Watch: The power and vulnerability in his voice needs to be heard.
«I created this bookstore like a man would write a novel, building each room like a chapter, and I like people to open the door the way they open a book, a book that leads into a magic world in their imaginations.» —George Whitman
One of my favorite places in Paris, it’s magical.
Today
I started a new role. Exactly 1 year and 9 months after I first started with the company. I spent the first 30 minutes going through emails I ignored over the weekend and cried over the outpouring of support I received from my former team, my former boss, and even the teams I worked alongside with. It was bittersweet, and while I'm only a few buildings away, I couldn't help he feel overwhelmingly grateful for the opportunity presented in front of me. I felt immensely grateful for my former teams guidance and support, my boss' unending support and push, and everyone's knowledge that helped spring me forward into this direction. I'm not sure if all of corporate America works this way, but I sure am blessed to know that my group overall has been showering me with support from beginning to end. I look at moments like these and I'm really, really, very, happy and blessed to have what I have now. And I'm more excited and nervous for what's ahead. It's moments like these that I remember that the world is filled with wonderful people, and how far their belief in you can go miles and miles and miles.
Happy Easter
some days, it comes in waves. some days, tsunamis.
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more things like this in 2k17 please
You should share this for people in DC and close to you!!
Black Community we have to be careful. Protect our Girls! Spread this!
Sometimes
I feel like I didn't get to live out most of my teenage angst because my parents were so strict on me, and so I lash out in these random moods.
Bill Withers in 1971, playing “Ain’t No Sunshine”
This brought tears to my eyes