Monthly Archives: February 2015

  Several weeks ago, I was at National Bookstore with a friend. I saw the piles of Straight from the Heart books. I pointed to the books and told my friend, ‘Mama contributed to that book.’   In silence, I recalled the many phone conversations I had with Mama where she told me how muchContinue reading “Two. Fifteen.”

Greenbelt, 8 AM. Me: Pasay po? Driver: OK. (He wasn’t looking at me, instead his eyes were fixed at a police officer having an intense conversation with a foreigner). Ano kaya nangyari – kanina pa yan eh. Me: (Deadma, I am not in the zone for gossips too early in the morning). Meanwhile, our cabContinue reading “Mang Arthur”