A Death in the Family

Last night my mom’s only living sibling passed away. She was 92 years old. I’m so grateful that Mark and I got the chance to visit with her last April when we went to Cebu. She’s the sister closest to mom. Now mom is the only one left. The thought makes me sad. Then again,…

Mommy’s Brew

Mommy has always loved her coffee.For many, many decades her day began, and ended with it. As a teenager, I always knew better than to talk to her, or ask for permission from her before she had her first cup of coffee for the day. Always black with sugar, never any cream. At home we…

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…