The people who’ve made me ME

Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.

Just as I have been a twin my entire life and know no different, I don’t know how it feels to have my parents be together. They’ve been divorced since I was a baby. While this could be tragic and sad, I’ve never minded it. A part of me knew that the current situation was the best situation. So, I’ve always had two homes and extra parents around. Each parent (biological, step and in-law) has been influential to the person I am today. Here is brief snippets on what each of my parents mean to me-

My mom.
I remember foot rubs, and reading books to her when I was a kid. She is definitely responsible for my reading habit. My mom is constant, then one who’s always been there. She’s strong-willed and doesn’t hold back, sometimes a trait I wish I had. She means little acts of kindness by paying for the person behind in line at Starbucks. She mean creativity and a heart full of love. My mom is softness and comfort, she means home to me.

My Dad.
My Dad is holidays and weekends. Fun and cool. I remember being so happy on Friday afternoons that he was picking me up from school. He’s always said ‘honesty is the best policy’, a motto in my life. He is pop culture to me, teaching me the King of Pop, the King of Country, showing me all-time classic movies and quizzing me on who is the face on the $20 bill. We may not talk every day or week, or even month, but when we do it’ll be like it was yesterday. He means value, belief, and fairness.

My Step-Mom.
She has been there since I was in diapers and will always be there. From her example, I owe my work ethic to her – hard-working, always on time and diligent. She shows me that blood has nothing to do with family, it’s all in your heart. She means strength, resilience and laughter.

My Step-Dad.
He’s also been in my life since I was little. Even though my Mom and him are divorced now, he will always be my Step-Dad. He loves and treats us like his own. He builds and fixes things. He helped teach me endless things – riding a bike without training wheels, managing money and driving. He was there everyday. He means a good man to me -strong, tough, and rough. He means caring and good investments.

My In-Laws.
They’ve only been in my life for 10 years now, but I love them. I truly lucked out in the in-law department. My Father-in-Law passed away in 2012, and I regret I was too shy to tell him that I loved him. He means thoughtfulness, genuineness and respect. My Mother-in-Law holds a special place in my heart. She is simply love. She means beauty, nurturing and family to me.

Rachel - I enjoyed reading your story, I love the way you wrote it. It sounds like you have a very loving family. Thanks for sharing.
Nice to meet you 🙂

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I love reading blogs. It’s just really entertaining to get a glimpse into someone’s life. My favorite is seeing how people decorate their homes. I love reading blogs mostly because I am nosy and it’s an acceptable form of snooping/stalking/lurking/observing.

I’ve always wanted to blog myself. To write. I’m not exactly sure what I am going to write about just yet, so I’ve been looking for a blog challenge. A blog challenge that wasn’t cheesy. So far all my readers are people who know me, so a whole entire month on my favorite things or how my day is isn’t going to fly, and not to mention it would be boring.

I was excited when through a friend I stumbled upon Story of my Life Blogtember: A September Blog Challenge. This is perfect, and most importantly, not cheesy!

Here are 20 prompts for Blogtember:

Tuesday, Sept. 3: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
Wednesday, September 4: If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do? (bonus points for fun photos from Pinterest, but don’t forget to cite the source!)
Thursday, September 5: Pass on some useful advice or information you learned and always remembered.
Friday, September 6: A story about a time you were very afraid.
Monday, September 9: Take this short personality test and respond to your results. (at the end, find the detailed profile of your personality account – click “click to view” under “You” and “self awareness and personal growth.” You can even google your type and find more info on it!)
Tuesday, September 10: Describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn.
Wednesday, September 11: Share links to your favorite online shops, preferably with a few photos of your favorite items in each shop.
Thursday, September 12: Discuss ways that blogging or social media has changed you.
Friday, September 13: A self portrait
Monday, September 16: Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn’t necessarily need to be romantic.)
Tuesday, September 17: A memory you would love to relive.
Wednesday, September 18: Only photos
Thursday, September 19: Creative writing day: write a (very short) fictional story that starts with this sentence: “To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century.”
The story does not necessarily need to have a conclusion – you can leave your readers wishing for more!
Friday, September 20: React to this term: comfort.
Monday, September 23: A “life lately” post. What you’re up to, how you’re feeling, how you’re doing on your goals, etc. Bonus points for great photos!
Tuesday, September 24: Review a book, place, or product.
Wednesday, September 25: Write about a time you screwed up – a mistake you made.
Thursday, September 26: Go to a coffee shop. Order a favorite drink. Write about what makes you happy and what makes you sad. Or write about anything you’d like! Bonus points for including a photo from the coffee shop. (I recommend downloading Ommwriter and bringing headphones along!) *if you can’t make it to a coffee shop, at least leave your usual space and write someplace new.
Friday, September 27: An anonymous letter to your Facebook friends. Be as snarky as you’d like. (but don’t include people’s real names.)
Monday, September 30: Share a photo of something old. Maybe something that has personal history for you, that was passed down to you, and that has special meaning to you. Tell us about it and why it’s special.

There are some prompts I am NOT looking forward to (take a wild guess…) but that is what it’s about – getting out of my comfort zones and learning to just write. I am truly looking forward to this challenge so stay tuned, it’s starts on Tuesday!

Shelly Cunningham - I’m in!!!

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What’s it like to be a twin?


Growing up, we’ve always been asked “What’s it like being a twin?”

When you think about it, it’s honestly just a weird question. How do you expect me to answer it? It’s the only life I’ve known. Since I got older, realizing how unanswerable it is, I’ve responded with “How does it feel to be a singleton?” I understand it’s simple intrigue asking the question though, and few people get to experience it. I am lucky and consider myself so.


Being a twin to me is my life, my world and is my everything. Kori is literally my other half, and a world without her (immediately makes me tear up) is just empty. There is no way to describe my life with her.

As a twin, it’s certainly like everything in life and has it’s ups and downs.. Of course there are moments in my life where I wished I had my own birthday, my own day. To wish I were my own person and not lumped together with her. Then on the same thought, we can just look at each other and know exactly what the other is thinking. She is my best friend, always has been and always will be. I could never throw that bond/friendship/sisterhood/twinship/companionship/our life away.



So…what’s it like to be a twin? To know your soulmate from the moment of existence.





Shelly Cunningham - I feel terrible, because I know I have asked you this question. But I am glad you answered it a bit. I can imagine it’s odd to consider because you have never NOT been a twin! I hope my boys remain as close as you and Kori have been throughout your lives.

Mom - Way to make your mother CRY

Kori Hiser - LOVE THIS!

Roxanne - The last line gave me goosebumps. Ferris has been on a twin kick lately, he told me he wanted a twin. I told him everybody wants a twin! If you plan to post more on this topic, I’d like to ask what ways do you feel you and Kori are different? In what ways do you compliment each other? What things about being a twin ever annoy you (getting called the wrong name, double trouble, etc.)?

Jessica - I love this, but it makes me nervous too about how much the girls NEED each other.

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opposites attract


I am an introvert. He is an extrovert.

He is brave. I am a wuss and coward.

I am sympathetic. He calls it out as it is.

He is original. I am conventional.

I am comfortable with what I know. He likes adventure and new things.

He is bold. I am timid.

I am always cold. He is a human heater.

He gets up, ready to go. I love to sleep in and lounge.

I am a wallflower. He is the life of a party.

He shows no emotions. I wear my heart of my sleeve.

I don’t have a witty bone in my body. He can comeback in a microsecond, and tells you a good joke.

He is a leader. I am a follower.

I will let you walk all over me. He takes no bullshit.

He is a tough and hard. I am a gentle and soft.

I am reserved. He is spontaneous.

He is smooth. I am a klutz.

I crave alone time. He craves interaction.

He is loud. I am quiet.


Perfectly great on our own
but together we make a deliciously exceptional combination.

We are peas and carrots


Shelly Cunningham - First of all– how did I miss that you have a blog?!? And second, I LOVE this post. It is so poetic and accurate and I love it. Keep writing! I am really enjoying it!

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the darkness that consumes me

I have anxiety and that is no secret. Overcoming anxiety means I have to share what I feel –

It starts as a little black dot of doubt and takes over until it’s a buzzing dark cloud filling into everything. Uncontrollable. I have a reoccurring dream where I am looking for something and I can’t find it. I run around, and around and around in a panic. Fear builds up because I will never find it, whatever it is. Ticking faster and louder. I don’t know what to do. A continuous cycle of searching and never finding.

I can’t breathe. I’m scared, ask me of what and I’m not sure. It physically hurts, the weight of the world. I feel out of control. It builds up and it just won’t stop. You’re right next to me, but I feel so alone. I’m shaking. Scared. What am I thinking about? Everything, my mind is blank noise. A cloud of endless increasing fear.

I’m overwhelmed with everyone around me. It’s too loud, too busy, too much. I need to be alone. But I need you to hug me and hold me. I need to close my eyes, go to sleep, all I see is the darkness. It covers me like a blanket, heavy and fuzzy. Covers my face suffocating me. Nothing is perfect so nothing is right. I’m overwhelmed. My anxiety scrapes against me, against my confidence, my light and control until I’m empty and hollow.

I need to let it go and can’t. I hold onto the uneasy fear. Tell me I’m OK, that I’m safe because I don’t feel it. Give me the control, show me that my dreams come true. If not, what’s this life for? I’m exhausted. A shadow of darkness follows me, consumes all that I am, or was.

This is what anxiety feels like and it never ends.

Roxanne - FIrst of all, I didn’t even know you were blogging, I’m happy to see that you are! Secondly, as sad as this post is, it’s written beautifully and though I’ve never experienced anxiety or panic first hand, you paint a vivid image of it.

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