• Joan Writes

    It’s Not Just Passion, It’s Also Expression!

    I write not because I’m showing off. I write because I love writing. Sometimes, I spew words after words and create a sentence that sounds like music. Sometimes they sound like heartbreak. Sometimes they sound like adventures. And sometimes they sound lost. It was at these little moments that made me want to share my writings with people. In hope that maybe, just maybe, someone would relate to it. Often times they wouldn’t, but I’m not looking for casual times. I’m hoping that when you stumbled upon my post, it was after a heartbreak. After your first date. After your first anniversary. After baking a cake. After being cheated on.…

  • Family,  Joan Writes

    I still remember her

    How she reminds me of Mama. When I look at this picture, my heart would clench, my eyes would sting, and I can’t really stop the painful sharp intake of breath. It reminds me so much of what could be. But didn’t. Of what might have been. But couldn’t. Yesterday, I attended a wedding in Kinarut. Mama’s sister was there, greeting the guests. And giving me a hug. That feels achingly familiar, but will never be the same with the hugs that I fell in love with in my childhood. Hugs that I could never experience again through the arms of Mama. A lot of things were happening inside my…