Ma Vie En Rose: Colorado State of Mind There is a sense of acknowledgement when one realizes that outside of their current home state (my Alaska) that there is room to add one more (that’s you, Colorado). What I’ve acknowledged is that oftentimes such home states have never been my choosing really. For example, I … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Colorado State of Mind
Let me explain what the situation was when I wrote this piece. It was about 30 degrees outside. I was sitting next to the husband who was cursing at his phone because the Buffalo Bills was losing to the Houston Texans. We were in the car waiting for the 2:30 p.m. soccer game: CSU … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Aurora.
There’s a first time for everything. I’ve never been to Kentucky. The husband has mentioned that we should take a trip one day to the state where he spent the majority of his childhood. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t put Kentucky on the top of my list—unless it was to visit my sister … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Louisville, Kentucky
I am convinced that in one of my past lives, I must have met Rumi. How else can I explain the magnitude of love that I feel whenever I read his poetry. What other reasons can I find to express the sadness that resonates between the endless lines of beauty that are Rumi's poems? … Continue reading Rumi.
Chasing Cars. We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I see you every now and then. When I close my eyes, and silence surrounds the empty shell that a … Continue reading Chasing Cars.
Relationships with sisters are never easy. The eldest of five children, I have three sisters and one little brother. As a child, before my brother was born, I used to have dreams where I'm counting my sisters to make sure that they were all present. In my dream, I'd line them up and count … Continue reading Sisters.
Let's continue with the art theme, shall we? As a child, I loved accompanying our nanny or my mother to the market. In the Philippines, the market was called palengke. I was fascinated with the stalls that sold variations of vegetables, and fruits. To shop for the daily meals was an every day chore. The … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Sakura Koretsune
Let me be clear Deb Horner is who I think of whenever someone talks about how they transplanted themselves in the state of Alaska. There are many of us who moved up to Alaska and made our homestead here. It doesn't define who we are--rather who we evolved into. I met Deb years ago when … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: The Art of Deb Horner
I’ll be somewhat disclosing my age here by writing this essay, but there’s a point to be made about the generation that I am a member of. The generation that has been defined by experts as those who came after the baby boomers are now grown. The Generation X—because no one could fucking come … Continue reading The X Legacy
I remember that she came to visit our home. I've never seen anyone like her before. She was same height as I was, but the similarities ended there. She did not look like or any of my friends. We all had straight black hair (they teased me sometimes because mine was lighter than black--the … Continue reading Banana