I confess. Even if I became an open book on social media about my breast cancer journey, I do get scared of talking about it all the time. Not because I’m ashamed of it. But because I also have other things going on in my life that I wanna manifest and speak...
[NOTE: I mention “Asian” because I’m speaking from a point of view of an Asian woman as I am one. Not because I disregard other races.] My very recent video post on Facebook entitled “IGTV EP50: I’m Not White, I’m Filipina”...
In 13 days, I will hit 39. Meaning my last year in the turbulent thirties bracket. Which, in my head also means the last 378 days of technically being young. That amplified with unpredictable mood swings from Tamoxifen. WOW. What a great way to transition to...
Yup. The title of this blog says it all. Not only am I transitioning from being a pampered breast cancer patient to a go-your-own working woman in a competitive first world country, but I’m also experiencing growing confusion from being young, wild and free girl...
