Lies Can Kill Supermom

I had my daughter at 27 years old. Pretty good age, I would think. We have both been through tough times. She’s my best friend now and keeper of my secrets and pains. We have a relationship based on honesty. “Always be honest to momma.” I tell her. “Always be honest to me.” She replies.... Continue Reading →

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New Year 2016

2016 has rolled in. We really didn’t welcome it with a big bang. I left for Cebu with my little girl while my hubby was left to old the fort here in Manila. Visits to Cebu can be fun and stressful at the same time.   The kids rarely see their cousin (my daughter) so... Continue Reading →

50 First Dates With Me

I have been wanting to post this for a while but I forgot. That’s the problem, I forget. For the past 3 years, I’ve been getting absence seizures because of this congenital brain deformity (to be honest we really don’t know when this started). Nothing to worry about except for the fact that every time... Continue Reading →

Cranky Piece Of Humanity

On an average, I wake up at least 7 times everyday before my alarm sets off. Thrice as the puppies wake me up at 3:30 a.m. and I let them out at 5, twice as my hubby's alarms go off, once to wake up my daughter and another to send her off to school.. No... Continue Reading →

Packing Emotional Bric-A-Brac

Here I was taking a break after an afternoon of packing what I call emotional bric-a-brac. In truth, I was packing books and tons of art supplies. I’m used to moving but packing will always be an emotional experience, especially this time around. I love my place. I moved here as a single mom with... Continue Reading →

Beware The Cranky Mom

I really don't mind being busy. In fact, I love having a certain level of stress. I used to thrive on a professionally stressful day. I love it but I hate what it does to me. I head home tired, cranky and closed from interaction. My brain just wants to shut down and stop thinking.... Continue Reading →

Late Steak Date

Here I am outside Santis. Waiting for my husband. I can't go in because I have Vader with me. I don't really understand half the things sold here. I will not pretend to be a foodie or connoisseur of anything. I just like eating them. Eat all of them like a pregnant woman on her... Continue Reading →

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