"Di man siya matangkad, tinitingala ko siya." That was the first line I wrote in an essay about my father, which won me first place in a national exam back in the '90s. My Dad stands 4'11" tall, some say like his namesake, Napoleon Bonaparte. And, of all the things he could have passed on … Continue reading #ThankSeries: To the Man with the Biggest Heart
There is no room for conceit in a heart that is always grateful for God's mercy that is new every morning.
Somewhere between changing diapers, teaching our 18 month old her ABCs, and breastfeeding, I found out I'm pregnant with our third child. My first reaction was, "Wait, what?!" Hubby, bless his heart, just grinned from ear to ear and said, "You wanted a child who would look like you, so maybe this new baby will." Men, … Continue reading Stepping forward
Two months since my last blog entry. I’ve been finding it difficult to write, not for lack of things to talk about, but because sometimes I think the more compassionate thing to do is to keep quiet. When a friend and neighbor of mine loses a loved one, part of me wants to make the … Continue reading Infinitesimal moment of silence before the fireworks
There are so many reasons why I thank God I'm Filipino. But I'm narrowing it down to my top 10, in no particular order: 1. Pinoy Music. Some critics say we don't have a distinct sound. I say that IS our sound: we take the best (and sometimes a little of the worst, too) from music … Continue reading Why am I happy to be Filipino?