J-O-H-A-N-N-A… H. There’s an H on the end but it inevitably disappears on birthday cards, trophies, and certificates. Not a pet peeve at all. I am half Korean, half African American. I am either snacking on something or unconsciously dancing. Eating or dancing, there’s not much of an in between. Youngest child and only girl, the attention works towards and against my favor. I listen to at least one Bob Marley song every day of my life… “favorite artist” would be an understatement. I am lactose intolerant, but I faithfully consume coffee ice cream until my intestines feel like they will implode. I am aspiring to become a flight attendant.
I admit, I used to religiously order cappuccinos, pumpkin spice lattes, and caramel macchiatos. That was until my bank account started to suffer from...
