The parents & the sibs at Dad’s class homecoming Baguio, Philippines (Feb 2012) Last week, in between thoughts of comfort food, work I’ve been missing, and books I should download for Mr. Wendal (spot the ’90s hiphop referrence), pictures of my family flooded my mind. My mom was texting me updates…
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I’ve been poorly over the past few days and whilst I was trying to win the battle between fatigue and stomach bugs on my sickbed, I was failing terribly at battling this humongous craving for the ultimate remedy: a good bowl of steaming hot, spicy pho (and yes, it’s better than…
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I didn’t really see myself as a mom growing up. As a kid I hated playing with baby dolls and always opted out when friends played bahay-bahayan. As a teen, I saw documentaries on women in labour and a screaming Lynnette from Ohio scarred me for life. Eventually I realised that…
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