On the first day of 2021, I had written, “Hope versus hopelessness. Rather than think of a situation as hopeless, perhaps it might be better to instead acknowledge that it has come to an end. And because it is over, it can only be one of two things, or both. One is to let it…
Dear you who has experienced a recent loss,I know, the holidays are the hardest time of the year. I imagine that there are days now when you wish that Christmas could just be erased. Everywhere you look you, there is something that reminds you of your loved one. If the loss has just been a…
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…
Travels with Myself 
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