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,…

Soundtrack of a Life

The moment the stylus hit the vinyl was magical. It was as if I was transported back in time, wrapped snug in all the memories that came alive through the music. I bought the turntable as a gift to myself for my 48th birthday last month and tonight I slowly unwrapped it after spending hours…

Saturdays with Dad

My son and I decided to stop by Amici in Greenhills today to buy some ice cream and pasta. He had just completed the last of his extractions prior to having his braces installed.  My mind drifted back to 30 or so years ago when my own dad took me to the dentist and would…