From Loving a Military Man to Loving a Veteran

Happy 4th of July weekend and Independence Day! And always thank you to all of those who serve and have served to protect our freedom.

Loving a military man is a challenge of its own, one which requires being in a constant state of transition.  But what happens when the routine stops, and the uniform is put away for good?  I know it’s something we all think about, because once you’ve been in this lifestyle for a few years, it’s hard to remember what it was like before the military came along. I vaguely remember a time when we didn’t have uniforms all over the house, and impossible work schedules. When the Army didn’t come first. It can be scary to imagine a life so far from what we’re used to.

This past week, I spoke to one woman who has been through all of it, from deployments to different duty stations to eventually: retirement.  It was really interesting to get her perspective on military life, and how she sees things differently now that she’s…

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Injury, Recovery, Sport Concussion, Sport Injury, Sports, TBI, Uncategorized

7 months post-concussions and whiplash

I had another concussion 3 weeks ago backcountry snowboarding. It was the first head injury since the awful accidents six months prior. I was lucky to have a ski buddy that day.

Gone are the days of once a week neuro-therapy appointments. They are wanting to crack down hard, the headaches and symptoms are getting better, yet still too present. I’ll be starting 2x/week in April.

Neuro was able to identify the biggest problem area stimulant for me: noise. I swear if I hear another push-pen click or ladies clunky heels walking near me with other surrounding acoustics, I might have a seizure. Luckily, noise is the easiest to fix while my constant hat and sunglass wearing style takes care of a lot of the vision setbacks.

Bring on the earbuds, noise canceling, and silicon molded ear plugs. Granny’s here!

And despite the 200+ft base at our local ski area, season is done for me. Time to dust off the mountain bike. Living life on the edge is a rough life! Except totally not.

Inspiration, Motivation, Uncategorized

The Third Metric

Arianna Huffington’s Smith College Commencement Speech. Very thoughtful.

“At the moment, our society’s notion of success is largely composed of two parts: money and power. In fact, success, money and power have practically become synonymous.

But it’s time for a third metric, beyond money and power — one founded on well-being, wisdom, our ability to wonder, and to give back. Money and power by themselves are a two legged stool — you can balance on them for a while, but eventually you’re going to topple over. And more and more people, very successful people, are toppling over. Basically, success the way we’ve defined it is no longer sustainable. It’s no longer sustainable for human beings or for societies. To live the lives we want, and not just the ones we settle for, the ones society defines as successful, we need to include the third metric.”

CLICK HERE for video of the speech and associated Huffington Post article.

CTE, Inspiration, Sport Concussion, Sport Injury, Sports, TBI, Uncategorized

Brandi Chastain to Donate Her Brain for C.T.E. Research – NYTimes.com

Gotta love Brandi. I feel so fortunate to have met her last October at one of the US National Womens Soccer Team’s Exhibition matches. She was one of my childhood heroes and still remains today as she announces that she will be donating her brain for research. Brandi is a true pioneer of women’s athletics.

NY Times Article – Brandi Chastain Donates brain for research

Art, Family, Military Life, Relationships, Uncategorized

22 Signs You Grew Up With Immigrant Chinese Parents


I wouldn’t typically share a BuzzFeed article, but this one is just too funny and SO true to my upbringing. I wonder if anyone can relate?…

‘A’ for sure stands for “Average.” Luckily I never got an ‘F,’ but after one ‘D’ in college (that the ‘Rents certainly didn’t know about– ski team always took priority over studies), I took it upon myself to “Don’t Come Home”. A-‘s were also considered below average, depending on the subject. We might have gotten a pass if it was in, say, an English class. There was no way mom or dad could triple-check or correct these homework assignments even if we were wrong. Second language, of course.


I was most certainly threatened on numerous occasions that I would be disowned if I dated a white boy. Scare tactics. Didn’t work. And to my surprise, every time, my parents never disowned me. (Insert smirking emoticon).

And I definitely bypassed the dream of becoming an artist to complete a Bachelor of Science degree at a…cough cough… State college. Which I don’t even use now. Talk about BS degree. Joking. It was a solid education.

Though I’m sure this created a wee bit of disappointment with my parents coming to the realization that they wouldn’t have a CPA, PhD, or Attorney out of me. But hey, that’s what the other siblings are for, right? Better odds for ‘success’ by having multiple children. I’m pretty sure they are proud of my accomplishments now, but at the time, I was no doubt sending my mom and dad down the worry train.


Sarcasm aside, I am truly grateful for everything my parents did for us – from the hard pushing and tough love, to the amazing traveling experiences, cooking lessons, and enthusiasm for the American Dream. I am so thankful I have already accomplished so much in my life. And guess what? In the end, Yours Truly became an artist all on her own. Well, I take that back. I can, in part, thank the military life for speeding up this process.


So, cheers to all you first- or second-generation Chinese-Americans out there who grew up eating duck feet at dim sum and consuming copious amounts of juk to cure your colds. Hope these 22 signs make you chuckle as much as they did for me…