Only people my age remember Lem-O-Lime. It came in an emerald green bottle and I loved to hear it fizzle as I poured it into a tall glass of ice. I loved it so much I wanted to drink Lem-O-Lime every day.   Once my mother made calamansi juice and poured it into a tall glass… Continue reading Lem-O-Lime
When my first baby was grievously ill, a well-meaning Christian came to my house to encourage me.  We prayed together that God would heal the child and we asked for God to open the way for us to find the doctors who can best help the child. After we prayed, I told them that I… Continue reading Claim it?!
I was an only child for three years before my brother was born. Three more years passed before we played together, so I played by myself. I hid from my mother underneath her sewing machine. The wheel on which the fan belt turned was the steering wheel of my car. On some days, I was… Continue reading Do we have to go to church?
On Monday, September 10, 2012, as I sat at breakfast at 5:30 am and the kids were preparing to leave for school, I wrote the excuse letters they would have to submit to their teachers. They were absent on Friday because on Thursday, September 6, 2012Â Â the thunderstorm that came between 4-5:30 pm was reminiscent… Continue reading Mothering
I spent the afternoon with my mother on Sunday, September 2, 2012. She is 74 years old. At age 65, she developed asthma. At age 69, she had a severe asthma attack while in the car. She had a cardiopulmonary episode consequent to the asthma attack and she was dead on arrival at the Mandaluyong… Continue reading Mama said…