A mother’s hands are the first to receive you when you enter this world. A mother’s hands were the first to reach out to you
Category: Nostalgia
Listen With Your Soul
When was the last time you listened to the rain? Really listened? We all hear it, especially when it comes down like a deluge, but
Soul Cooking: Past meets Present in a Jam Jar
My father began his career in food processing in the early 1960s. His journey began in the pineapple fields and cannery of Manolo Fortich, Bukidnon,
Decluttering: Swedish Death Cleaning vs the Marie Kondo Method
I’ve unsettled my daughter by reading Margareta Magnusson’s The Gentle Art of Swedish Death Cleaning and everything else that has been written about this concept,
Friday Day-dreaming
When the government flops and flounders and screws you twice over, there is little left to do but to fume, do what you can virtually,
Family Orchids
It was Daddy’s 84th birthday earlier this week and were he still alive, I would have shared a meal with him and Mommy in one
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