Breaking bread with myself There are places close to home, that become our home too. Pre pandemic, I would come and break bread here at least every other week. Here, I would often sit by the window and watch people go by while enjoying a bowl of my favorite French onion soup, and a glass…
Keep calm, it won’t last forever. Good morning, Philippines! I’m back. And I’m so grateful to be back home on terra firma. Flew our nation’s carrier from Los Angeles (love your own and I never take any other airline) and as usual the crew was gracious in their service. The food was good, but unfortunately…
My affinity with death began early in life. This photograph is proof of that. My father took this photo of us kids one Sunday afternoon. I must have been around nine years old here. How many children do you know would find joy climbing trees in an American Cemetery, now known as the American Battle…
Travels with Myself 
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