I remember being tired out in the summer — sure, we didn’t have to get up very early in the morning or rush to get to school through the traffic but we still had to wake up early, though. My mother did not believe that there was any value in inactivity. Summer was all about… Continue reading Summers with my mother
I have a dog — a female named Taffy. She was a gift to my children two years ago. To date, she has had three litters of puppies. I watched her give birth to all those puppies and I even recorded a few of the births. It has never ceased to amaze me how knowledgeable… Continue reading A woman’s worth
Don’t you find it bizarre? People refuse to believe that a virgin can conceive and bear a son from a seed of the Holy Ghost BUT They easily believe that a morbidly obese man can live in the North Pole and run a factory manned by elves People refused to give Jesus room in Bethlehem,… Continue reading Contradictions at Christmas
I remember that even from a young age, my mother’s refrain at Christmas was “That just isn’t what Christmas means to us” (Hindi kasi iyan ang Pasko para sa atin.) For instance, when I asked her why we didn’t have a parol, she would answer “Hindi kasi iyan ang Pasko para sa atin.” When I… Continue reading Conflicted at Christmas
Last Sunday, November 30, 2014, we drove our son to the UP Diliman. He was going to take his final examination in his PE 1 class. The way I remember it, PE 1 deals with the parameters of fitness and health. All semester long, my son came home from PE class sore all over because… Continue reading Run the race, finish the race