Ad Astra Per Aspera

Breaking bread with myself There are places close to home, that become our home too. Pre pandemic, I would come and break bread here at least every other week. Here, I would often sit by the window and watch people go by while enjoying a bowl of my favorite French onion soup, and a glass…

Lessons from Turbulence

Keep calm, it won’t last forever. Good morning, Philippines! I’m back. And I’m so grateful to be back home on terra firma. Flew our nation’s carrier from Los Angeles (love your own and I never take any other airline) and as usual the crew was gracious in their service. The food was good, but unfortunately…

The Croc In My Lola’s House

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…