I’ll admit it, I cried. I also started my period that day and I was incredibly hormonal, and I also cried over a baggie of Plexus stuff my late sister had sent me later this week. But I did cry. I cried for me. I have studied French since my Freshman year of high school….
Author: Anna Nong
An update
Well, it’s certainly been quiet around here for some time. When I posted back in April, it was just before I left to see my oldest sister with my family in D.C. The following October, we lost that same sister to cancer. It has been a complicated, emotional situation, and because my updates (on Instagram…
Peaceful Preschool Letter “G,” Day 1
I have decided to document the home-school journey my children and I are making. What I document is mainly for my own memories (like an online scrapbook of sorts) so that I can organize our lessons, improve upon them next year, and continue on. Normal people do this in binders and with paper – currently,…
Nursing the Hyper-Allergic Baby Part III
Most of my posts on this blog so far have been about my childrens’ food sensitivities while breastfeeding. How do I know my they are allergic to what they’re allergic to? My son broke out in hives, had bloody stool and reflux if I had any dairy products. He screamed for four entire hours after I’d had a soy milk…
My love affair with space
I read this article this morning. In it, Greg, a man living in San Fransisco, tells-all about how he and his wife lived in his bachelor pad of 400 sq ft until their second child came along. It’s an interesting read, though a tiny bit more holier-than-thou than I typically like. I mean, I’m glad…
Adventures in Nursing the Hyper-Allergenic Baby
I had originally planned on posting every week, WITHOUT FAIL. That’s the way to launch a successful blog, I’m told. And I failed, because I’m human, and nursing what was a screaming monster-child through two separate bouts of all-nighters. There were many tears, and I can’t say I always kept my cool. But guys. Guys….
Nursing the Hyper-Allergic Baby and The Importance of A Mama’s Time Out
I have a wonderful husband. He has grown incredibly in the last year and a half, since our son was born, and has been so supportive with the recent birth of our daughter. It’s a hard quality to find, and I oscillate between extreme gratitude and guilt. And maybe a little jealousy because, let’s face it – it…
An introduction
My name is Anna. I am one of those dreaded millennials – born on the cusp of the internet, destroying advertising and business as we know it, and championing the hipster and keyboard warrior movements (well, not personally). My tender years were spent on LiveJournal – the first social-media-like blogging atmosphere (preceding, if I remember…