Mommy and Me

Mommy and me at the Luneta Park sometime in 1973 We tell stories to remember.We tell stories to understand.We tell stories to comfort. As Mother's Day approaches, I will try to attempt and remember, for myself, and for my mom, what makes our mother-daughter bond unique. I grew up an only child for close to…

How “New Amsterdam” Is Keeping Me Sane

Everyday Heroes of NBC’s “New Amsterdam” When the pandemic began in March, CLOY helped preserve my sanity. Back then, I was probably the last woman standing, to cave in to the call of KDrama. I don’t regret it. KD was a lifesaver. For a few hours on such stressful days, I would get lost in…

My Father’s Eyes

I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me. My father died in 1981,…