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…
Mothers will risk everything for their children. Human or animal, it doesn’t matter. There was an incident in our community yesterday that had begun Wednesday evening. I was unsettled that night because all throughout the evening beginning 10PM there was a dog that kept barking. This was unusual because usually after 10PM, aside from the…
Full circle. That’s what it felt like this morning.Thirty years ago, when we brought this baby home from the hospital, I took one look at her and thought to myself, “How can I leave this baby at home?” Right then and there I began to write my letter of resignation and faxed it to the…
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