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…
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…
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,…
