Wife. Mom. Writer. Traveler. Coffee drinker. Very amateur photographer.
Oh, we realize it. My husband is Asian. On my wedding day, before I walked into the church, I had a well-meaning relative pat me on the shoulder and say “it’s okay honey, he’s white enough.”
I could discuss this for hours.
Dear sweet baby Jesus, I hate monograms with a passion. Just no. It’s the scourge of the southern woman.
It’s delicious. I grew up eating it and know how to make it, much to the chagrin of my Washingtonian husband.
Again, no. NC native. Hate pine needles as mulch. Do not use them, because of all of the pine needles in my yard growing up.
Oh, we get it :) You just have to meet the right ones.
I had often questioned why I feel like when I’m deep into the groove of my novel, it’s like an out of body experience. This explained so much. Thank you.
This is the question my husband has had his entire life. While his Mom is Korean and his Dad is white, it’s a mixed bag of so many things that I will never understand, but try my best to learn from him.
Please let us all be like him. ❤
Thank you for sharing your story, Anne. This was such an informative and explanatory article about the diabetes/pancreatic cancer connection.
This is fascinating. Imagine if everyone with diabetes, or a family history, was screened.