Birdbrains!

It has always been said that sparrows are not the most intelligent of birds but over the years I felt compelled to defend them, for some reason. Maybe it’s because I have a soft spot for the underdog, the misunderstood, and the social outcasts. Yes, they are shameless and interfering little busybodies, but they do have spunk and character. Last week I wrote about the messenger sparrows and every since I started feeding these little creatures that seem to have inherited, my window sill is chirpy and cheerful in the mornings. Well, up until yesterday. When I picked up my cat…

It’s The Little Things

It’s been a while since I last published something about Champagne, but it’s time to change that. The first Sunday of Advent is just around the corner so I decided to cheer myself up a bit, a feeble attempt to drag my sorrow out of the doldrums. Mommy made me promise not to use red this year because I am in mourning, and at the time I made that promise she was still alive and Daddy had just passed away. So now with my extended mourning period, I am being very un-Filipino and decorating my home for the holidays in…

I Miss The Voice

I miss my grandmother’s voice, telling me about her orchids and stories about my father as a little boy. I can still hear her asking my mom for another piece of her favorite Food For The Gods before going to bed. And I loved her hands, which my two aunts and my daughter inherited from her. It is uncanny how Lola’s beautiful tapered fingers could be seen in following generations. I miss my father’s voice over the phone. I remember my mother telling me that Daddy’s voice was something she treasured almost from the moment she met him. It was…