I fill my work calendar with big stones. I organize my activities and set my career goals for 2023.  Family's birthdays and other milest...

We hike on man-made hill, overlooking the city.   The sky is muted blue-grey, with caramel  warmth of the noon day sun.   On this day, we...

The color yellow brightens my day.   Brings me sunshine, sunflowers and carefree balloons even when a sudden storm would dampen our bright...

That first year that our family arrived in Ontario, we were thrilled to picnic along with some friends during the summer and autumn month...

January clouds are slate gray & maple trees are scrawny against the canvas of setting sun.   Though the winter chill is thick air in t...

We wait eagerly for Friday night to arrive and settle as an old familiar book in our hands.  Weekends are for staying home and playing w...

I look at the faces of my high school friends, and theirs mirror mine.  F aces delicately stamped by passing time.   Hands creased by toil...

I move with the crowd, stepping forward, stepping back, as if in a familiar dance. My facial expression is reflected in the faces all aro...

Morning weaves rumpled threads of grey and blue across the sky.  Clouds are clumps of cotton and velvet, stiching sunlight in muted hues....

My friends and I agree to meet up - its been years since we exchanged meaningful conversations face to face.  We greeted each other as if...

My father told us stories about the World War II when Imperial Japan occupied the Philippines (1942-1945) and he and his family retreated...

I hold my first grandson, who is 1 month old in my arms.  His whole face and sleepy frame speaks of innocence and trust. I really have to...

It was only when I got married that I lived away from my family.  With our first home, I was excited to keep the house as clean as I co...

The city can harden your heart due to the toil of everyday labor and from beggars who make begging their job.   So when I witness acts of...

My words are dark stones, dry and fading at night.  The burdens of city life staining my tongue ash and grey. I soak it in watercolors an...

A tree clothed in half green, half orange.  Morning sun is muted yellow, as leaves start to fall on field of green and purple wild flowers....

We inhaled, slurped, nibbled slowly.  As if to prolong the sensation of awe and grandeur. As if we could not get enough wit...

you carry your burdens with a slight stoop of your frame.   looking at you, no one would suspect, your body aches from the onslaught of ...

We come here, from the metropolis, with giant's footprints.   The hike is narrow, dirt trodden path with sign posts.   Up and up, th...

We walk, inhaling the cool winter morning.  The last two days teased us with spring-like warmth, curling our toes in anticipation of the ...