Where You & I Came From

I don’t usually think of myself as growing up in a culturally diverse-parent household, but I think it’s important for the psychology of many young people to understand where their parents came from, and how they arrived here today - even if they are from the same "nation" or background.

I think we can better understand ourselves and have compassion on the differences of others when we hold up the concept of marriage to a light and examine all the reflecting prisms and details we see.

I see marriage as an everlasting bond on this earth between two people who agree to love one another unconditionally.

The pivotal part is, these people are not exactly the same and often times are from opposite ends of the human spectrum.

So, why is it so hard for different cultures comprised of human beings to exist simultaneously, when marriage is such common practice among very diverse individuals in this world?

What if we extended the thoughts and ideas surrounding marriage to seek mutual understanding of those around us?

My mother was from the north. My father, the south. My mother was raised in a tight-knit Italian community in Pennsylvania, moving from the homestead as a child to California—where she never moved from the street she called home and still resides there today. My father, born in Florida, came from a split family home, moving around the country many times (he went to 3 different Junior High Schools and 5 different High Schools - on two different coasts) before residing in California and marrying my mom.

I am often pulled in two different directions intrinsically when I think of my future. I grew up in one home, never moving until my late teens. Then the world was my oyster.

I would oftentimes be gripped with anxiety before traveling and the thought of leaving what I knew. But since I had this simultaneous untamed sense of wonder, I would usually make sure to put myself in situations where “home” was wherever I was at the moment, and traveled. And traveled often. Mainly with friends. Mainly with my now-husband. I would just save up my money and go. “What if we went here, *points finger to map* tonight!”

Maybe it’s because I had the same “instinct” of escapism (I understand that it is truly an instinct with the life I’ve led) and followed in my dad’s footsteps. Getting the hell outta' there whenever something was wrong and getting outside of myself for a few days or a week…or two. Maybe it's the sense of self I have - my sense of "home" - that I take with me everywhere I got from my mom.

Understanding the mixed makeup I have – whether it be tendencies or genetic – is helpful when pondering ideas of understanding people and myself in a day-to-day context.

These thoughts and ideas help open me up to accepting differences and engaging others in ways I never really thought I could. If I come from these very different people, then why would it be difficult to relate to or understand those who are different from myself? 

Marriage is this insane idea where two very different people are bound for life. 

So why can’t we engage one another and cultures who are very different from our own when we are so willing to marry someone and bind ourselves to another human being very different from ourselves?


Think about when your parents are from. Whether you are from a very diverse background or what would be considered (on paper) a very homogenous background.

Think about the obstacles your parents had to overcome to make things “work” over the years. Maybe they didn’t make it work. Maybe they did. Think about those struggles.

Think about someone you know who you don’t quite understand – maybe it’s your neighbor – maybe it’s a friend who makes very different decisions than you would.

That awkward unexplored land is the vast expanse of opportunity for cultural understanding. The space that can separate or engage us.

Only those daring few can rove over the valleys and mountains that lead to mutuality. 

All images were taken on a random trip up the coast with my husband, Micah. Love you, boo. 

Instagram in Real Life // Editing the Noise

Recently Micah and I were talking about having our Instagram feeds be more simple and creative.

Instead of whatever we were thinking or doing at the moment, we would be more mindful about keeping our feeds cohesive and give them an actual “look.” 

When you scroll through a feed that’s messy, do you get confused? Do you get agitated?

Sometimes I feel that way when I scroll through and take inventory of my life. 

Yes, I did relate Instagram to real life. 

What if my life was just as strategic as my Instagram feed? If I edited, and I cut out the things that were just busy and loud, would I gain clarity?

If you’re in design or creatively inclined, does your art reflect your mood and perhaps your overall life?


So now, I’d like to keep it tight. Editing and picking only the images I believe reflect me at the moment, and thus fit the theme of my feed.

And I’ll do the same for my life, spending time only on that which gives me clarity and taps into the roots of who I really am. 

On the Nature of Stereotypes

Los Angeles is a wondrous swirl of countless perspectives, ways of life, cultures and languages. Fashion choices and religion. Beach people and city people. The list goes on an on.

Photos taken at verve coffee in downtown los angeles

I’ve noticed that a lot of things everyone believes about themselves and others could be classified as a stereotype.

Fulfilling the stereotype by holding stereotypical views.

A real chicken or the egg situation.

Older People

LA People



Do you have certain ideas that come to mind when you hear each of those words? How may people have you seen fulfill those ideas versus how many of “those” types of people are there actually in the world? Chances are, in your experience, one “rotten apple” can “spoil the bunch.” Leading to perfecting your Tina Fey eyeroll.  

But do their actions justify the classification? Or are your views arising from breakdown of understanding one another?

I talk a bit occasionally about building cultural bridges. Could our perceived ideas of people just come from culture clash? A sheer dislike of another culture just because they’re different from our own?

I think there are strings that tie humanity together, and we snip them with our perceived realities of who “that type of person really is.”

What if we got outside our party lines? What if we realized that the “problem” really wasn’t that particular group or ethnicity…it’s really us. And our reactions to things that are different from ourselves?

 What if we didn’t re-act, and just acted like ourselves.

Accepting differences as learning lessons, as little blessings in time where we can experience life through someone else’s eyes and maybe even learn something new about ourselves.