Having been raised as an expat Filipino most of my life, my love of country has always been a little detached. It wasn’t until my teenage years, when my parents relocated back to the Philippines, that I really got to know my country of birth and cultural heritage. Initially I kept comparing everything to Mexico
Children are children, and not young goats!
*#1 of the ISMAEL ORTIZ ESCRIBANO series. Extract from my Photography blog, Through Frog Eyes. Each month a guest photographer is featured and a short story is woven around a set of photographs. Please click on the link to read the previous stories and the complete version of the story below. It was close to
Taking them to Bangkok in my suitcase was likely to get me arrested at the airport, so I squirrelled them away in my mother’s kitchen.
“…No cat in its right mind will ever turn down a chance to lounge in the sun”
My father suffered two strokes and a heart attack last year, and ever since it has been an uphill struggle for the entire family. The man who used to be the strongest pillar of the house is now reduced to a weak bed-ridden man with barely a whisper of life in him. In earlier blogs
“…seagulls made her jaw drop! The fact that a feathered creature could be bigger than her was something her brain struggled with.”
It’s September 1 tomorrow and that means the so-called -ber months are back (i.e. September, October, November, December). Not that this means the weather will cool down any time soon, because that would mean brrrr months and we have no such thing in the Philippines – at least not in Metro Manila. Merry Christmas folks!
Moving, packing and unpacking are what I consider to be three of the most unpleasant experiences in life. I have had the misfortune of doing so 15 times in my lifetime and the older I get the more cumbersome it becomes. The emotional roller coaster that a relocation puts a family through is comparable only
When my soul sisters and I decide to indulge in some major girl time, this means an overnight stay somewhere, a lot of food, the music of our youth (hello 80s!) and the inevitable trip down memory lane. The older we get, the fewer such “play dates” become, but we unanimously admit that we need them