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…
Even before I started reading Nancy Drew Mysteries, I knew that early on I already had the makings of a young detective. At the age of five, I had a yaya named Petra (not her real name) whom my mommy trusted very much. Petra was small and smart, very wiry and moved around the house…
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…
Travels with Myself 
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