five years ago today, we arrived in america. matthew was 15 months. we were met at the airport by tony, my agent. i remember that day like yesterday. the sliding door of the airport terminal opened to a cold whiff of air, and i believe i jumped back inside, hugging matthew close. haha! that always makes [...]
did he cry out, “mooommmmyyy!!!”
or promise to be quiet?
did he beg for his life, you fool?
was he hungry?
did he wet his pants?
did he beg for his life, you fool?
did he try to stop you?
did he kick, bite, and cry?
did he beg? did he beg, you fool?
fly, little julian, up high to God’s Kingdom, where [...]
i am trying to collect my thoughts at 12:57 at night, before i turn in. i am thinking of the boys’ flu shots tomorrow, the halloween, and of course, the coming elections.
mostly about the elections. i just wonder. as a woman. as an immigrant worker in america. how will the result affect me, my role in [...]
the night is TOO quiet. in fact, most nights are very quiet here. i miss the rhythmic cricket sounds at dusk, and the simultaneous crowing of the roosters at dawn, along with the cacophony of sounds that early morning brings - like the potpot of pan de sal or the occasional taho. come to think of [...]
we capped a relatively calm day with a trip to the store. as the kids and i waited for aris in the car, i took in the quiet scenery. nothing out of the ordinary really at 8 in the evening - cars in the parking lot, a few mindless shoppers pushing carts, a toddler keeping up, [...]
that was the title of the opening song yesterday, at Mass. it goes:
“come and sit at the table of plenty, where saints and sinners are friends…”
the Lord is inviting everyone to His banquet. everyone. what a sobering thought. the Lord wants me - ME, who’s most unworthy, with all my sins and weaknesses, to dine [...]
the ventilators were not particularly menacing at work, one night. even the telemetry monitor showed no more than occasional bigeminies.
i had just finished my last rounds and my paperwork, with plenty of time to spare before blood draws, the next turning, and more patient care. i was wanting to read.
brandy, our unit secretary, was [...]
