The Little Things That Almost Matter Too Much

There are days when family misunderstanding become unforgettable arguments. Then there are days when they become stories we laugh about years later. This was one of those days.

At the breakfast table:
“Mama, nood tayo Crazy Rich Asians mamaya.”

God Filled the Gaps

When my children were growing up, I wasn’t the mother who did everything right.

I didn’t wake up early in the mornings to prepare my children for school. Because of that, they learned to prepare themselves—a habit of independence they proudly carried into adulthood. Two of them are now working, and two have finished college.

I wasn’t much of a cook either, although I still smile whenever my children talk about the few specific dishes of mine they actually loved.

Before She Wore The Sablay

When my youngest daughter, Yeye, struggled through what was supposed to be her final year in UP Los Baños, I had already accepted the possibility that graduation would have to wait.

The numbers against her were overwhelming: three subjects with a grade of 4—strict pre-requisites. A sudden case of chicken pox right before the removal exams. Twenty two units left to take, meaning overload. And, they were all Math subjects.

Beyond “TMI!”

"TMI!!!" What is this?

I first heard the expression from my children many years ago when they were still young. Whenever my husband and I shared stories about our little moments of lambingan or added amusing details to our stories, they would immediately cover their ears and shout, “TMI! "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"

Think Twice! (Or Thrice?)

These thoughts came to me just after a short morning discussion with Ningning about things to do—and some things-to-do from years ago that still haven’t been done (my fault). 😅