• Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?

    Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?

    I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your hardest days.

  • Christmas in Beijing

    It turns out my amazing friends in Beijing won’t allow me to have Christmas pass without some celebration.

  • Brown Suede Gloves | Art Therapy with Kimberly

    Brown Suede Gloves

    When we were little kids, on Christmas eve, she knocked on my door and smugly said, “Hey Kimily, Santa isn’t real.” I sat up in my bed, annoyed that she would say that “of course he is!” I defended.

  • Remembering Elizabeth Hetherington Sailing in Beijing | Art Therapy with Kimberly

    One year.

    I will never forget the way my dad spoke those three words.

  • Warm Jamaican memories

    This is my favorite memory. When we lived in Jamaica, every Sunday we would visit a little island called Lime Quay. We would either take a jet boat there or go on a friend’s boat, called Rebel, as seen in this picture. We spent the entire afternoon exploring and discovering, swimming and playing while my…

  • Sailing in Beijing

    I’m on a sailboat with friends and an instructor. The boat quickly picks up speed by a burst of wind and suddenly begins to tip,

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