Dear Datu // February 19, 2018

Monday – February 19, 2018 (12:13 PM)

The mom guilt is real right now.

Today is President’s Day, which means it’s a holiday, which means my son doesn’t have school, which means I’m struggling with getting work done, all while being a decent parent.

Mondays are usually spent finishing homework assignments.

Today, I’m dividing my attention between library technology textbooks and my toddler. I’m definitely spreading myself thin.


Books & Brews

I am a lover of books.

That’s no secret. If there is some free time found in my busy schedule, it’s usually spent reading a good book. I try my best to turn a few pages each and every day.

My passion for reading has had its ups and downs. I was a little book worm all through elementary and middle school. However, my interest in literature during high school and my early years of college was mostly narrowed down to assigned reading.

I rekindled my love of books a few years ago. I was so excited to find other people who shared this similar interest, and I quickly decided to start a book club.

After many trials and errors, I’m finally ready to share this with you all.



I intended to write a post stating a few of my resolutions for the new year. I drafted a couple lines and quickly decided to take an alternative route.

Instead, I’m going to keep it simple.

Here are a few photos from this past weekend, taken in a small parking lot in Los Gatos. I asked my husband to snap some pictures of Everest and I while we were leaving a birthday party. To be honest, I really liked our outfits. And if there aren’t any pictures, well then, did we really wear the clothes? This mom obviously doesn’t get out much.

Impromptu photo shoot.

That’s the back story of this little series of snaps. To go even further into the details, these photos were taken near the end of what I consider to be an exceptional first week of 2018.


My baby isn’t a baby anymore

My dearest Everest,

You are officially three years old, and I can’t believe how fast time has flown by.

I’m amazed at how much you’ve grown and developed within this past year. You’ve accomplished so much and I couldn’t be more proud of you, kid!

Beyond the basic fundamentals of ABC’s and 123’s, you’ve impressed me with your knowledge of Bruno Mars songs. You can recite each line of your favorite TMNT movie, and you know the difference between Huraches, Air Maxes, and Jordans.

You are aware of safety in all areas of life. For example, you tell us to hold your hand when crossing the street, and gather all the butter knives on the table at every restaurant we go to, claiming that these utensils are very dangerous and only grown ups can use them.

But you still have trouble grasping the idea that your toy sai weapons are a hazard whenever you pretend to be Raphael, and you swing them here and there, putting everyone around you at risk. It’s okay, you’ll eventually get it one day, because it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.


Happiness, or lack thereof.

Allow me to be candid with you all for a moment.

Awhile back, I went on hiatus and took a break from the blogging world because I realized that I felt a lack of fulfillment and satisfaction in my posts.

I focused on the expectations of my readers, rather than concentrating on my passions.

Eventually I revisited the idea of blogging, with the intent to let go of any anticipation. I decided that I would solely begin DatuKnows in order to share my thoughts, or whatever it is my heart desires at the moment.

I have a strong interest in writing and promoting positive dialogue. So let’s look at this blog as some sort of conversation.

Today’s topic: Mental Health + Self-Care


Dear Datu // September 6, 2017

Wednesday – September 6, 2017 (4:28 PM)

The tri-tip is in the oven, and dinner is almost ready. I have an hour until it’s time to pick up my little one. Today is just a normal day.

But that’s it. This normal day has become one of the worst days of my life, and I’m trying my best to maintain my composure.

Even with that simple task, I’m not successful. Not today


Dear Datu // August 3, 2017

Thursday – August 3, 2017 (9:37 AM)

Depression is a strange thing. You would think that after dealing with this mental illness for more than half of my life, that I would have some sort of control over it.

There’s days when it’s possible to maneuver around my roller coaster of emotions, and then there’s times when I have to just throw in the towel and let it take over.

This morning I threw in the towel.

But the hardest part of it all is that I succumbed to this depression in front of my son. As he sat there crying, I broke down and cried with him.