Big Girls Do Cry

When did we stop crying? No, don’t get me wrong. I cry regularly. I cry easily. I cry hard. Trust me, my pillows know. But why doesn’t everybody else? I had a pretty rough day last Saturday. I spent 10 hours on the road to Hong Kong to take my ACTs the day before; I sat for hours under…

On Tianjin

I usually layout exactly what I have to say in my head before I put my fingers to the keyboard. Whatever you read on here, has probably been going through my mind for at least a couple of weeks. This entry, however, is something that I have to get out. So please bear with me if the…