July 27, 2009 I took these two photos on the west side of Cleveland during a lunch break. I was at the end of my first trimester. These pictures were taken before I had my new camera. Nick and I had just returned from a vacation in Charleston, South Carolina. My books of choice were […]

When a fellow Filipino has some beautifully raging words about artistry, writing, craft…anything about the fusion of art and social justice, you know I’m lovin’ it. Here are some beautiful thoughts by Filipino filmmaker, Lino Brocka: “The filmmaker, like his fellow artists in different media, has now realized that the artist is also a public […]

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I’ve begun to make my own baby food.  Gerber Head is a good veggie and fruit eater, provided that the vegetables are fresh and pureed at home.  What a food snob!  (He sooooo takes after me….)  His new friend is green beans.  He loves eating fresh green beans.  He loves spooning it across the room.  […]

For the most part, Nick and I love owning our home.  It is a privilege and blessing beyond our dreams to own such a beautiful home on a gorgeous, tree lined street, surrounded with diverse array of people and families from all over the world.  The schools are excellent, the community is generous and protective, […]

Dear Isaiah, It’s been seven months that my brain surrendered itself to become a fierce animal of intuition, protection, and memory mush.  Long, long ago, before you were even a thought, my brain was something akin to a needle.  Sharp, incisive, not to be messed with.  And now, with your arrival, it has transformed itself.  […]

I was never really a baby person.  Growing up, I was never one of those kids in school who loved to embrace younger kids and play with them at recess.  There was no giggling with my friends in the 5th grade and pointing when we saw 1st graders with their lunch boxes.  I smiled but […]

I never wanted to be a sports fan. It takes too much emotion.  Instead of watching pig skin balls cross lines while being carried by brute men in colorful tights, I opted for the arts.  Theater.  Painting.  Galleries of modern art and blissful afternoons of imagery and metaphor, told on the written page.  Now that’s […]

I’m pretty sure that when I decided to become a parent, I didn’t sign an invisible scroll that read: I AGREE TO LISTEN TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE ABOUT MY OFFSPRING. No, I’d never sign such a contract. But I think the rest of the world has a copy of that scroll somewhere.  And, any day […]