spit out the german shephard

sipping kofi 3 in 1, the prize of the hike up and down the steep hill from the batad to the sari-sari (variety) store down below, thinking of misty mornings in the afternoon with heavy duty sore legs from 300+ steps … Continue reading

welcoming homeland

Roses are red, not blue Beautiful Despite thorny stem I am a daughter, niece, auntie, even ‘Lola’ to the littlest ones I am letting go and also learning to let go Bathala na There are times for joy, laughter There … Continue reading