The first time I ever held a spatula, and a mixing bowl was in high school. My mother had a recipe for Chocolate Crinkle that she wanted me to try. It already premixed the recipe in the box that she bought from the supermarket. I forgot the brand but my first try at baking was a success. My mom is the baker in the house. Her goodies have helped support my brother and me to finish our degrees in architecture and ... view the post
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The Silence of the Mom
I have been under the weather since Friday. I came home from a coop meeting with colds and a splitting headache. Today, I am coughing incessantly that I avoided talking. As much as I want to tell the kids what to do or reprimand them, I resulted to pointing and whispering instructions. They thought I was playing a game of charades with them because they were laughing at me. I wanted to shout, "Stop laughing! Mama can't ... view the post
Sleeping like Angels
When we moved out of my parents' home a couple of years ago, we specifically looked for a two-bedroom house to rent. The kids should have their own room because it's difficult to squeeze in four individuals in one room. At first, Coby and Jianne were excited to set up their room. We placed their beds in strategic locations. Jianne's bed was near the door so I could easily hear her when she cries at night. While Coby's bed ... view the post
Room Full of Writers
When do you call yourself a writer? This was question I wanted to ask at the Christian Writers Fellowship (CWF)organized by OMF Literature. I was invited to this quarterly get-together by my friend, Beng Alba, who spoke for the last time before she says 'I do' to her fiancée Darren, who is from the U.S. Beng, who has been an editor for OMF Lit for 17 years, has been inviting me to attend the CWF ever since she found ... view the post
