jessa

Reflections on becoming

Relationships

  • What it feels like to grow up without a father

    Death confronted me when I was four years old.  I didn’t know what death or absence was until I learned I do not have what others do—a father. From the wide eyes of a child, I began to see families with mothers and fathers, and then I started to wonder why I don’t have somebody Read more


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  • Having somebody to share the yoke with

    While folding laundry, I smiled, thinking about how nice it is to be married. At the moment, I couldn’t specify why, but at the top of my head is the experience of having somebody to share the yoke with. While I am folding all these clothes, I don’t think about what to cook because my Read more


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  • Late-night musings #17

    I thought about all the things I do that will eventually won’t matter anything to anyone. But, doing them at the right moment is important, like planting seeds that grow into trees that yield fruits and benefit others eventually. Read more


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  • Late-night musings #16

    Beginnings remind me of goodbyes and endings because I’ve lived life long enough to know that—an inescapable cycle. And my heart swells with every goodbye—the same as what I feel after reading a highly engaging long story—preparing a room to breathe before that final bid of farewell and an exchange of “I miss yous.” Because Read more


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  • The completionist in me

    completionistnoun (in a video game) a player who attempts to complete every challenge and earn every achievement or trophy:I’m not really a completionist, so I skipped the side missions and focused on the main story quests. from Dictionary.com I was seven when I first used my friend’s Game Boy Advance, a handheld game console. So Read more


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