September 4, 1989 is the day my mother died. I was sixteen years old. For everyone else in the United States, it was Labor Day, but for me, it will always be the day my mother died. That day, I learned how fleeting life is. One moment you’re here, breathing earth’s air, and the next … Continue reading SEPTEMBER 4, 1989


I can say for a fact that in life, we've all gone through experiences and events that have changed or shaped us in different ways. When I look back at one event that changed me, I would say it was my introduction to start blogging. I vividly remember how it happened. I was reading Chimamanda … Continue reading BLOGGING CHANGED ME.