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…
Walking My Crocodile by John Drysdale He was six feet long and wrinkly when I first met him, and his name was Ay-Ay (short for buwaya). Spending time with him was the highlight of my summers in Cebu as a child. Ay-Ay lived under the stairs of my grandmother's house in Cebu. I met him…
Even before I started reading Nancy Drew Mysteries, I knew that early on I already had the makings of a young detective. At the age of five, I had a yaya named Petra (not her real name) whom my mommy trusted very much. Petra was small and smart, very wiry and moved around the house…
