A VISIT TO MY OLD SCHOOL T oday is not only the first time. I come in a hurry… my footsteps light on the paved avenue lined with a hundred trees. The air is humid, my breathing short and harried. My mind profuse with many thoughts. Hey, I chide myself. Relax. This moment, this wonderful piece of... Sign in to see full entry.
A VISIT TO MY OLD SCHOOL T oday is not only the first time. I come in a hurry… my footsteps light on the paved avenue lined with a hundred trees. The air is humid, my breathing short and harried. My mind profuse with many thoughts. Hey, I chide myself. Relax. This moment, this wonderful piece of... Sign in to see full entry.
MAIA, MY NEIGHBOR'S DAUGHTER I HAVE ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT IN LITTLE GIRLS MELT PEOPLE'S HEARTS MORE QUICKLY THAN IN LITTLE BOYS. AS I PASS BY THIS MORNING FOR SUNDAY CHURCH, THE DAY SUDDENLY BECAME BRIGHTER AS I SAW YOU IN A LITTLE CORNER OF THE FRONT PORCH, SEATED PRIM AND PROPER LIKE A LADY IN YOUR... Sign in to see full entry.
Remembering Father…. Part 2 Come tea time, our necks would stretch as we ran to the window, expecting you on your rickety bike as you took a break from work to bring us hot and fresh paboritas (round biscuits) in a big brown paper bag from the Chinese owned Sanitary Bakery at Calle Rizal, the only... Sign in to see full entry.
Remembering Father on Fathers’ Day Part 1 There are many beautiful memories I have of you, Father - wonderful, tender thoughts woven in the colorful tapestry of my life. How, on my early birthdays, you would take me alone for a walk downtown, you and I all dressed up for a special occasion. Our... Sign in to see full entry.
AN ELDEST CHILD’S MUSINGS ON MOTHER’S DAY I search the depths of my being today, for memories of you Mother. The most vivid scenes of you now flash from nowhere. Like the last drops from a watercolor brush, they scatter like tears and hurry on to dry - leaving only traces and the bitter taste of... Sign in to see full entry.
BLUE CRACKS IN THE WHITE SKY All the while, I have always believed that an all blue sky or an infinite white one was clear and perfect, until today. I was on the road for a business trip to Roxas (pronounced Rohas), a quaint, little city by a lovely river; and 2 hours away from home. An ancient... Sign in to see full entry.
MARIA ELENA, I’M SORRY..... I saw her again last Sunday. Maria Elena. Old playmate, grade school buddy. There she was, long ebony hair, large curls tumbling down broad shoulders. Playful rays of sunlight dancing on silver strands here and there. Battered wife. Her mental state was never the same... Sign in to see full entry.
A LONG, LONG WALK... I chose to walk home today. My hometown Kalibo is a bustling little metropolis that has fast caught up with the times. Before we knew it, neighbors have suddenly become strangers. It’s a lucky day if you chanced upon each other in a week. Say something more than a hi or hello.... Sign in to see full entry.
OLD TREE BLOOMING Twilight creeped slowly today, and as if on tiptoe, gently spread its blue gray cloak. The hundred year old acacia tree stood in all its glory, a veritable bouquet of dainty old rose blossoms, caressed by the last rays of sunlight. I stared at the old tree in wonder. Several months... Sign in to see full entry.