Who, What, Where, When

Hello fellow writers!

It has been far too long! I decided to take a few weeks off during the holiday season. This time away allowed me to focus on my family, my friends and myself. It was good to take some time away. The year of 2020 will be forever imprinted in my memory because of all the changes and events that took place. I needed time to process and work through everything that happened. Not only that, I was feeling a bit of burnout and writers block toward my poetry and fiction writing.

One of my big goals of 2021 is to work on my children’s story. This is an idea that has been marinating in my head and hastily written on scraps of paper for the last 2 years. I am excited to sit down and really put my nose to the grinder and work on it. Through resting and taking time away, I’ve realized that I really need to draft a comprehensive outline and really flesh out the story and where it is going. I have written some “one shot” type pieces which have been a lot of fun. But to construct a full story, I need to spend time on working out specifics of the plot. If you are interested in checking out this story, you can find some short pieces I wrote here:

Piece 1

Piece 2

Piece 3

Piece 4

All in all, I am looking forward to sharing more, writing more and getting back into the swing of things. I will be starting to contribute again over at the Go Dog Go Cafe along with joining writing prompts as I find them. Thanks to everyone who kept up with my writing through 2020. It was a crazy hear but I felt as though I stretched myself more than I ever had, in terms of writing. This year, I hope to challenge myself, keep writing sweet little poems and continue reading the works of my dear friends.



Sunshine Blogger Award

Thanks To PatBunny for nominating me for this award! I always think awards are a fun way to connect over the internet-sphere. It is fun to read the responses and also check out new blogs! Be sure to check out PatBunny’s work here: https://patbunnyblog.wordpress.com/

Now on to understanding more about myself….

1. What was your inspiration to start blogging?

I was inspired by reading different famous writers. I wanted to test the waters of writing and share my thoughts and feelings. It has been such a wonderful way to process life around me.

2. Are you a morning person or a night person?

I am a morning person. The stillness and quiet of the morning hours cannot be achieved at any other time of the day. I love watching the sky turn pale link to blue. My dog running around sniffing every inch of grass. I truly enjoy the mornings.

3. If you could travel back in time, what would be one thing you would change and why?

What would I change? Wow, I feel as though this is a loaded question. I would go back in time to the day the library of Alexandria burned and prevent the fire.

4. What is one book you would not mind re-reading?

Howl’s Moving Castle. Every couple of years I re-read this gem. It is one of my all time favorite stories.

5. What is the one blog post you are most proud of? Share the link!

I am really proud of this piece. It is one of the longest pieces of fiction writing that I worked on. Although it is not perfect, I am proud that I was able to write this many words: https://liyonadancer100.wordpress.com/2020/05/10/story-collaboration-chapter-2/

6. Are you a “fold the page” type of person or “use a bookmark” type of person when reading a book?

Ooo. This is the ultimate question! I am both. Books that I own, I will fold the page. Books that I borrowed I will use a book mark.

7. What is your favorite quote and why?

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” — Arthur Conan Doyle,

8. If you could spend the day doing only one thing, what would it be?

I would spend the day gardening 🙂

9. What is something you’ve started and wanted to finish for a really long time but just haven’t gotten around to it?

I started learning Japanese in grade school but never kept up with it. Over the years, I have tried to go back and learn more kanji/hiragana but it hasn’t stuck

10. What is your dream job and why?

I would love to be the manager of a hitorical property. I love the idea of up keeping the landscape and also helping guests enjoy the space.

11. Tell me your go-to joke!

It’s an inside joke with my family where we say “like my earthly father” with a heavy NY accent whenever we need to emphasis the ridiculousness of someone’s actions.


• Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.
• Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.
• Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.
• Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.
• List the rules and display a Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.

My Nominations:


Melody Chen



Cobbled Contemplations/Rhen




Lucys Works


Rose J. Fairchild

My questions:

What is your favourite time of day to write?

What books have you read recently?

Have you discovered any new hobbies in the last 3 months?

What poem/post are you very proud of? (include a link)

If you could spend an afternoon in one cafe, where would it be?

What keeps you motivated to write?

Are you a decent speller?

Name your favorite movie quote.

Where do you see your blog in 5 years?

What is your third favorite color?

Do you own your favorite book?

Same Word

“Clarence, I am thinking of a word that rhymes with memory…”

Sharon leaned closer to the table. Clarence thoughtfully pondered the clue. “Darling, could you give me a bit more? How is it used in a sentence?”

Sharon tilted her head to the side. She was thinking.

“Sharon?” Clarence nudged again. He noticed how Sharon had drifted into herself. A land lost to time, filled with thoughts and daydreams. It was in these moments that Clarence could get a full look at his wife’s face. She was always so busy, moving from one thing to the next. It was easy to miss her features and details. Sharon held her head in a regal manner you knew she had to be royalty. Her posture rarely stooped. Her deep black skin shone in the afternoon light and gleamed a lovely warm hue. Her nose rounded above her lips in such a way that it made Sharon look as if she was always up to something mischievous. Clarence thought about that smile that Sharon held when they first met. It was how all her features fit so well on her face that made him so intrigued. How could a woman look so fierce, jovial and friendly all at once? Clarence fell head over heels, trying desperately to live up to Sharon’s expectations. She had been so kind hearted and surprised as Clarence spent more time around her. He glanced at her face again. The rounded soft edges of her jaw that made way to her neck. Clarence thought about memory. The word memory and how it did nothing to evoke the power of actual memories held.

“Darling, are you thinking of the word ‘revelry’ as in to revel in something?”

“Yes!” Sharon shot up. “Revelry! Thanks darling.” Sharon turned from the table and walked back to her office. She hummed a tune that Clarence didn’t recognize.

Photo by taylor hernandez on Unsplash


“Do you think that a star could ever land on earth?” Solace asked, looking up at the sky.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Sylvia said as she rolled over in the grass. “Stars don’t fall, only asteroids do and they’re just rocks.”

She leaned upright with her elbows as she looked back at Solace. His golden-brown eyes were staring at the sky. He almost looked like he was dreaming.

“Solace?” she whispered.


“Just checking.” Sylvie turned on to her back and put her hand over her heart. That’s where the locket rested. Her treasured locket with a secret spell. Solace blinked once, twice, three times and then said. “It really is so beautiful, isn’t it? Sylvia, who do you think made all this stuff?”

Sylvia gazed back at the sky. She had wondered that too, just never out loud.

“Oh Solace,” she said “I’m not sure we will ever know.”

Solace smiled “I think we should try to find out.”



Photo by Ryan Hutton on Unsplash

Saturday Reflection

Hello everyone,

It has been a hot second (or should it be a cold second? Since it’s winter still?) since I took a moment. Sat at my desk. And wrote a bit of a reflection. 

So much time has passed partly because I was trying to be better about writing poetry and posting prose. I think I have become somewhat more frequent, especially now that I am trying to be part of the Writer’s Workshop over at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This workshop has helped inspire other stories and other prose. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop. Maybe this is a good thing? My writing tends to spark new ideas that then spark other ideas. Like fireworks that fire one after another. Many times it is difficult to keep up with it all; all the ideas that pop into my head.

One idea that I have sunk my teeth into (gross?) is that I want to start working on a children’s book series. I have been mulling this idea over in my head for a while now. At this moment, the timing feels right and I can’t wait to get started teasing out this idea further.

Oh, and the quarantine right? Let’s not forget this. 

I am currently working from home. I am very thankful I have a job that can be remote. But the transition to “work at home” has been extremely difficult for me. I have found it hard to concentrate, difficult to stay motivated and overall I am lacking motivation. My loved ones have been grating my nerves with their natural tendencies and without realizing it, I have let my anger dictate my speech. 

In these moments, I can’t help but think “How long will it all last?”. It’s a race I never wanted to run. Well, let’s face it, none of us wanted to do this. But here we are stuck inside doing our part to keep others safe. 

I don’t want to just complain, moan and groan for this whole reflection. So, let’s talk about the bright parts of my day.

When the sun rises, I get to see the sky turn from pinky greys to bright blue. The early spring has meant that there are flowers right outside of my window, which I glance at every chance I can. My fluffy dog sometimes will walk in during the work day and bless me with puppy kisses. That feeling of a warm mug of tea in your hands as you start the day. Or the picture of my family at my “work from home” desk that I look at and remember those happy moments. 

All these little blessings are so good, so good for my soul. I just need to take time to remember them. Keep strong everyone! 


A Funny Thing

Life can be a funny thing


When you’re sick in bed

that’s when you understand


liberty and

the pursuit of happiness

Some how

blowing your nose

ten million times

gives you the insight

into how the universe



I was pretty sick this past week, but had time to contemplate lifes existence. Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash.


Looking into the cavern

of my soul

there lies

my inner most



and loves

But it is sometimes hard to define.

How are you?

And I say fine.

Because the cavern

it is

farther down than

I remember

and its too difficult to

to climb

and uncover

the lost gems of my past

hopes and dreams

How are you?

And I call



After reflecting and meditating on my personal dreams, I have realized that it is hard for me to define what my goals once were. Although I don’t feel lost at the moment, I am ready and waiting to understand what my purpose really is in this life. Drifting through moments of maybe and who knows, I have found joy in letting go of the past and focusing on the present. Photo by marc liu on Unsplash.


A Time to Rest, a Time to Write

Oh Hello!

It seems like forever since I sat down and spent some time writing on this blog. Why did I take time away?

Well, the easiest answer is that the business of life took me away. I wish it didn’t but it did. Now I come stumbling back to my keyboard wondering if my dear writer friends will still want to hear my poems.

I have felt a strong sense that it is important to take time to rest, recharge and reconsider my life journey. These past few weeks have been this time for me. Although I have been busy, moments that I normally would take to blog have been filled with reflection and meditation.

This time away has made me more excited to start writing again. I have different and new ideas that I want to try and for the first time I don’t feel fear in sharing these ideas with you.

I am looking forward to the future. The bright sun and the yellow pink shadows that fall as I turn my face toward the light.

Be well and you’ll hear from me soon. I promise.



Photo by Angelina Kichukova on Unsplash.

Times Gone By: A Short Saturday Reflection

With the change of seasons, my body has not been able to escape getting a cold. It is a bit annoying to be blowing your nose so many times that your start to rub your precious nose raw. But alas, such is the case with the coming of winter and falling of leaves.

As I sit down to reflect (for a short time, I tell myself), I can’t help but think about who I have been and who I am becoming.

Lately, I find myself looking back at the past and recounting the blessings and the gifts that have been given to me. It is easy to just go through the motions and not think about how these actions are impacting your life. My time of reflection has allowed me to see that these moments of difficulty have actually been blessings in disguise. 

This might sound cheesy or inauthentic but let me explain. About 2 years ago, I was looking for a job and living at home with my parents. During this time, my best friend had come back from an extended trip abroad and was going to school. Both of us didn’t know what we were doing or where we were headed. But even in that time of confusion and dissonance we were able to spend so much time together. I was re-considering my career choices and so was my best friend. These days were not easy by any means. But as I started a new job, my best friend and I still found time to connect and spend time together. It was these moments that were the hidden blessing. I didn’t realize until later that this time gone by solidified our friendship into adulthood. We are no longer just highschool friends, we are best friends united by more than just interests but life experience as well.

So I wonder in my time, in my life now: Will I look back and understand why things had to happen this way? Will I understand the choices I’ve made and how they will impact my future? 

I believe so. And I have hope that my days are not toiling on endlessly but rather I am growing and becoming someone who can create positive change in the world. 

Be Well,



What drives you?

I had an interesting conversation with my co-worker yesterday. We chatted about how it is important to find joy in your work and if you are able to make your passion your work that’s even better. At one point, my co-worker mentioned getting up early everyday to draw so that he could practice this skill since he wasn’t doing that at work. I said flipantly that I don’t have anything that I get up and do. I don’t go home and draw or edit on Premiere Pro software: I rarely take photos even though I would consider this a passion of mine, or at least a hobby. But, after I admitted this fact I realized that I DO wake up each day to do something.

I write.

For the past 3 months, I have spent each morning jotting down a small poem and reading fellow writers to find inspiration. Over the course of these months, I have been excited to get up and write each moring. I can’t wait for my dreams to end so that I can be part of the wordpress blogger community and evoke feelings with words.

While I don’t plan on ever being a full time writer, the act of writing has helped ground me. So, I must like writing, right? Why else would I keep doing it?

I found it weird that I couldn’t tell my coworker about my writing. I guess I couldn’t because writing is so personal to me. It becomes a reflection of my inner self at times. I didn’t want to tell him about how I sit each morning and craft words and rhymes together. I get embarassed trying to describe poems or prose to others because most of them I know are not as good as they could be.

Obviously, everyone doubts the quality of their work but I do this constantly.  The only think that has seemed to help this doubt is to consistently write each morming. But every now and then, sometimes doubt rears its angry head.

So in the end, after this conversation, I realized that I do in fact have a craft that I am practicing. I am slowly learning more about prose, more about writing. I am becoming more familiar with my feelings and how they relate to words. This in turn makes me want to write songs and sing them which is another new craft I could develop. But most of all I realized that I do not want to confine my interests to a “career” path. I do not want to make writing become a chore. It is okay for this hobby to stay a hobby and pursue enjoyment from the words that I and others write each day.

Be well,




Photo by Karolina Badzmierowska on Unsplash