My Sanctuary

Waking up in the morning, with a peek of early sunrise that makes my eyes squint.

I hear the birds chirping, voicing their beautiful songs amongst the treetops.

With a fresh aromatic cup of coffee in hand, I walked to the deck of my house to slowly welcome a new day, a new beginning.

The sunrise cast sprinkles of glitter on the water reflection of the lake.

A top the high mountains from a distance, there is a shadow to be seen, but I still embrace it.

This is my sanctuary, a place where I find peace from the hustle and bustle of city .

By Jazzmin S. Lu

lake view

Let Go

Round and round, a spinning whirlwind in my head.

I ask myself time and time again, why do I torment myself?

I am only human, with emotions and bare bones.

Why do I trap myself in a cage?

I must learn to let go of people, places and things that no longer bring me blissful happiness.

It seems it is all within my listless mind.

I am just a vessel that embodies an undying soul that yearns for more meaning on this earth.

I am only human with unlimited wants and desires, but I must let go before it consumes my soul.

“Let go” is my daily incantation to survive this chaotic world.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Life of a Rebellious Daughter

Scenario #2: Learning to prepare and cook an Asian style meal

Mother: “Aiyah! No, no! You cut the carrots too chunky and big! Whoever eat that will choke! You, not thinking!”

Daughter: “Ma, everyone in the family has healthy teeth. They could bite and chew longer.”

Mother: “How many times I tell you! Make food look good by cutting smaller pieces. You must learn to prepare and cook well, so you could attractive a future husband. Good food is the key to keep his heart and devotion to you. You are too young, don’t understand.”

Daughter: “Why? Really? What does that have to do with cutting carrots?”

Mother: “That is to prove you have some life skills as a future wife. No man would want you, my daughter if you don’t know how to please him.”

Daughter: “Why do I have to please him, when he could please me?”

Mother: “Keeping the peace is important, my daughter. One day, when you have a husband, remember my words.”

Moral lesson:

Traditional values are important and individuality are not glorified being raised by an immigrant mother. I admired her sincerity and always considered my future.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

18th Annual Tulip Exhibition

Venue: Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, CA 94611

Date: March 20-22, 2026

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Spring 2026 Galore Collection

Calla Lillies with Tulips
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