About the Blogger

Hello Readers!

First and foremost, thank you for visiting my personal blog, a diary for navigating through motherhood. If you knew me prior to loading this page then you probably know that I never wanted children. I wanted love. I wanted success. I wanted adventure. I used to compare getting pregnant to unpredictable weather. If it happens, it happens… shrug my shoulders and accommodate for it as needed.

Then I met this dreamy guy with honey-almond skin during medical school and my heart began to change. Before I knew it, he and I couples’ matched into residency, and we eloped in the safari surrounded by whispers of the wild and South African bush. Love. Success. Adventure.

Our newlywed years were interrupted when I took a Critical Care fellowship in St. Louis and he pursued Geriatric Medicine in Baltimore. Perhaps it was the distance between us or the transition of our ambitions into reality or the depth of his brown eyes that could see me better than I could see myself at times, but eventually I felt a desire to start a family with this man.

With that said, here I am, a mother of five. I am of Vietnamese and Chinese descent and my husband is Black and Honduran. As such, Skylar, Maverick, Naomi, Zuri and Aliyah are our ethnically exquisite children. My husband and I are both first generation of immigrant parents and first generation doctors. We are figuring out the challenges and dynamics of parenthood together. Most days feel impossible as if I know nothing at all except that I’m doing my best.

I’m writing because I have mixed feelings about it all. The basics of motherhood. Raising daughters. Mixed babies birthed in the era of the Black Lives Matter. Raising a son. Balance. Incorporating culture. Eliminating generational trauma. Creating an environment conducive to gratitude and grit. Working. Leading. Manifesting. Defining happiness. Understanding purpose. Often over a night cap, my husband and I will discuss our daily journey through parenthood. Sometimes, we agree. Sometimes, we passionately agree to disagree. Sometimes we leave it open-ended. Every time, we evolve as parents and partners.

With my blog, I have found a creative and therapeutic outlet as a mom, a version of self-care. I invite you into our conversations to open up more conversation and share our experiences to inspire us as mothers and fathers. Please don’t expect parenting advice. Expect fervor. Expect struggle. Expect authenticity. Expect optimism and of course, expect my Mixed Feelings.