I find myself in a curious place…thinking about the stories we tell. The stories we tell to hide the truth. The stories we tell to make us feel better. The stories we tell to make us look good. The stories we tell to just make it through. The stories we…

trusting the process unsure of what to do next waiting for a sign

Do you know how to make chicken adobo? Of course I do. But what you really want to ask me is if I am Filipino enough? Cuz I was born in America. Though not in California. then you ask me how did my family end up in Missouri? and why don’t I speak Tagalog? Does that make me less Filipino American? The basic ingredients of adobo: Vinegar, Soy Sauce, Garlic and Pepper Depending on the region, Adobo could be prepared with more or less of the same ingredients

Someone asked me the other day if I celebrate Filipino American History Month. I thought it was a strange question at first. My initial reaction was to say “yes,” obviously. But upon further review, I think my answer would actually be “sort of.” I mean, I honor my ancestors who…

I want to tell you I have been writing every day but…I haven’t been. Maybe it’s because it’s been the busiest time of the year for work or that I had a lot going on personally. I just think I lacked any motivation to write with the little or no time I had left in my days. Between not knowing what to write and not having time to write I had my first bout of writer’s block during the 100 days project.

I took my first trip without you. It’s short. Only two days. (at least that’s what I keep telling myself.) And separation anxiety is real. I wonder what your day will be like without me. Will you miss me preparing meals for you? Will you look for me to cuddle…

It’s been 10 days since I started this #100daysproject and it is the hardest thing for me to find time to write every day. It often happens in the last hours of the day as I try to squeeze in a few lines and moments of writing before the clock…

Need to write today. Unsure about the subject. Running out of time.