Category Archives: Share your Memoir

I’M BAAACK!!!

ImBack_EMHello again digital world!!!

I am back.  I took a break from blogging as I took a break from school.  My brain was fried and just like all of you, I very much wanted to enjoy my time off with family, friends, and my wonderful boyfriend.  So eczema talk aside…

Tell me, what did you do over winter break?  Tell me about Xmas and what you did for New Year’s.


“MAMA, DOES SHE HAVE A BOO BOO?”

EM_sistersMy dear friend, Carly, has the two most beautiful, smart and charismatic daughters I have ever been lucky enough to meet.  She has an adorable 8-month old and a curious 3-year-old.  I went back to my hometown today and met up with Carly and her lovely family to say hello and catch-up on four months worth of time spent apart since I moved away.  I love both her daughters for warming up my heart in ways other children never have.  Her eldest daughter today pointed at a finger on my right hand and inquired about the yellow teddy bear band-aid  it was enveloped in.  She looked up at Carly with Continue reading


20 CHILDREN SHOT DEAD

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-Caption: A woman waits to hear about her sister, a teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut.
-Photo credit: Jessica Hill, Associated Press

I’m sitting in front of the television set, lounging in my boyfriend’s maroon, black and white plaid fleece bottoms and a blue cotton crew neck tee, sipping on a hot chocolate with my raven hair in a messy bun.  A NBC special news report flashes on the TV screen about an elementary school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut where (horrifically and I’m so sad and shocked to say) the report claims 18 children are dead alongside eight adults. Continue reading


FIGHTING THE ITCH TO SCRATCH

Scratch_EMI can bind my hands at night with oven mitts and duct tape and I will still somehow manage to scratch that itch.  I’m not sure how I manage to puncture a whole through layers of fabric and not only scratch my arm, but scratch until it tears my skin and bleeds leaving residual red beneath my nails.  But that’s how it is at night.  In deep slumber, I really have no control whether I scratch.  It’s not until morning’s blinding sunlight breaks through the window and I wake only to see my skin torn apart.

It breaks my heart every time because I feel like there’s something I should have learned Continue reading


OUTGROWING THE INSECURITY

I’m lucky to say I’ve “outgrown” eczema on most of my body.  The back of my knees and inside of my elbows are  laden with skin tones lighter than my skin pigment now.  It’s no longer on my face, neck and ears.  Where it was once on my back, there are now only scars. Continue reading


ONLINE BULLYING

Bullying is unacceptable.  With today’s mass media, online bullying is rampant.  It’s the “worst kind” of bullying because these cowards feel invincible behind computer screens.  It’s the worst kind because victims have no opportunity to respond. Continue reading


WHY DON’T YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?

I look in the mirror and see an insecure me. The me that can’t see beyond the big, brown, wondrous eyes traced in emerald green eyeliner and thick black lashes.  The me that can’t smile because the red, irritated skin, peels so much it begins to crack and bleed.  The me that can’t smile because the skin underneath my nose and corners of my mouth feel rigid and tight.

I look in the mirror and see a scaly monster, the monster everyone at school and at work sees. Continue reading