here are many times where I’ve frustratingly asked, “Why are we so afraid of the future?” Not only are we afraid of the future — we struggle to live in the now. What we do, instead, is we hold on to the past. We white knuckle everything, grit our teeth, stand our ground, and convince ourselves that… Continue Reading
So I rarely write something and then publish it the same day. It’s usually a safe-guard measure — to at least make sure if I’m writing something that’s close to me that my emotions are in check. It’s also a practical measure to correct any spelling or grammatical mistakes. (I do proofread my stuff before posting. I… Continue Reading
I can’t pinpoint the moment I knew that spiders would always send a cold shiver down to the depths of my soul. Our first year of marriage, we found a spider bigger than the size of my hand (the size of my full hand) waiting for us, chilling on our wall. Usually my wife takes… Continue Reading
…in PRISON! WE WERE ON A BREAK! He’s her lobster! How YOU doin’? Just so you know, it’s NOT that common, it DOESN’T happen to every guy, and it IS a big deal!” Seven! Gum would be perfection. Ah, nostalgia. Could this show be any more 90’s? During my high school days, the TV show… Continue Reading
I wanted to take a minute to reach out about an organization that has my heart: Tirzah International. We got connected with Tirzah when we were living in Valencia, CA. My wife had the privilege of going to Burundi, Africa to personally meet the women who were being empowered to change their world. Her experience… Continue Reading
37. I turn 37. It’s such a weird number. Although, as of writing this, I’m 36 and about 361 days. I’m at one of my favorite coffeeshops in Houston (Throughgood Coffee), taking in some caffeine through one of my favorite drinks (cappuccino), and reflecting on the year that was and the years that may be.… Continue Reading
On February 27, 2014, you forever changed the trajectory of my journey. To this day, I’m amazed at the resilience you displayed that day. 3 weeks in a group home. You sauntered in clothes that obviously weren’t yours. Your mother hates it when I say this, but they really went out of their way to… Continue Reading
We first met N (our son) at a group home in Camarillo, CA. That day began with drama. The group home was on lockdown because someone entered the campus with a knife. Fun. But then he entered our room with a social worker. He sauntered over to us with a shirt and pants two sizes… Continue Reading
josephyoo.com will now lead you to a different site.
Thanks for everything, everyone.
No no, it’s not what you think. The blog is moving from WordPress to another platform. I’m working on keeping the same URL — but if that doesn’t happen, that doesn’t happen. Hopefully this will be quick and painless. Thank you, always, for taking the time to read this blog. I sincerely appreciate you all. See y’all soon.