Today I want to share: Pictured:  Eight year old me in my itchy white crinoline dress while pozole brewed in the background. Because every 8 year old totally wants Pozole for their birthday. 1995. San Diego. North Park Community Park. Home of the North Park Water Tower. Story Time: For those who read my “Rainbow Fish” story, this is a part deux to that tale. It was my eighth birthday, and as I mentioned in that story, I unwrapped my very first book. But wait… it wasn’t just

Today I want to share: Pictured: Second to left. Ten year old me forcing a smile while wearing my first public shoulder less outfit. Terrifying to say the least.  1997. San Diego. Balboa Park. Story Time: Today for Valentine’s Day💖I want to share a book that helped remind me about self love. Knowing that what we view as imperfections are really our strengths and the gateways towards helping others overcome challenging situations. My mother thought it would be a good idea to

Today I want to share: Pictured:   1st grade. Jefferson Elementary School. Costume Parade. 1994. San Diego. Halloween. Story Time: October was nearing, and it was that illustrious time all children look forward to, embodying their favorite characters. But our family was barely getting by, so the only alternative was to make a costume. Being 7 years old, I still couldn’t grasp why I couldn’t have a store-bought costume. My mother, trying her best, went to the local Salvation A

Today I want to share: Pictured:   7th grade, 13 years old. Disneyland. The summer I found “My Father’s Dragon.” 2000. San Diego. Summertime. Story Time: “My Father’s Dragon” had a profound impact on my formative teenage years, growing up in that coveted Y2K era. AOL was a luxury for the echelons of the middle class, and not something our small family could afford. Instead, libraries became a beacon where I could truly submerge myself. Pictured Book: “My Father’s Dragon” by R

"Librarians Save Lives by handing the right book at the right time, to a kid in need" --Judy Blume Today I want to share with everyone a very special, near-and-dear book to my heart and how it shaped by life. Pictured: 2nd grade, 8 years old, with the teacher who transformed my life and opened up a world of imagination. Mrs. Hurst 1995. San Diego. February 8th. Story Time: It was a dark, rainy morning, and I wore a white crinoline dress. The tulle was way too itchy, and my

As a someone having grown up with a disinterest in action and science fiction epics due to a lack of heroic female figures, Star Wars was never something I yearned to be a part of. As years went on and my cinematic pallet shifted, I revisited the ones made during my lifetime. Again, I found myself uninterested in its story.  Then The Force Awakens happened. I found myself enthralled. I felt myself immersed in this world. I knew fans were split down the middle in terms how the