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.
I spent one weekend binge watching Chef David Chang of Momofuku and food writer Peter Meehan's Netflix documentary "Ugly Delicious," and I am not ashamed. I once binge watched an entire series of Netflix's "Chef Table" and was so inspired by the many stories--and the photos of food porn--behind what makes a chef so passionate … Continue reading When It Is Much More Than Just “Ugly Delicious”
This past week, I left part of my heart in Denver. The other part, of course, always belongs in San Francisco. The reason behind such comforting abandonment is that all of my three children are currently in Denver. My husband and I returned to Alaska--quite literally without a child in tow. Although, two of … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Denver, Colorado.
Here's a story. One summer, my husband and I decided to look into planting trees around our yard and we looked around to determine what to plant. He knew that one of my favorite trees is the cherry blossom tree, but given the harsh winters of Alaska--such trees would not survive. The closest sister … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: Majestically Resilient
A message from the First Born on Mother's Day: "Your children sucks, but you're a good Mom. Love, Your Children.... or don't love them. I wouldn't. *One of them burned my pans." His girlfriend's message, on the other hand: "Happy Mother's Day! See you in June!" *Note: his brother (the middle child) burned … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: A message from the First Born.
Truth: I am writing this essay completely stripped of the full mask of make-up I wear each day. My hair uncombed is gathered up in a messy bun and expressing what adventures I may have stirred in my sleep. An impressive expression of hot messery. Also true, I am wearing under eye patches made … Continue reading Phenomenally.
Folks, there are people who know me who are often shocked at the fact that there are things that I do that they wouldn't fathom that I would do. For example, they seem to think that I wouldn't be into gardening because it involves manual labor, and dirt. There's no way someone who spent most … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Alaskan Spring
I had been quite engrossed in my daily work at the office these days. This is the season in academia where we are ending the year with events, finals, and commencement. Where I work is no exception. My day job consists of juggling many balls in the air, and being cognizant of avoiding any … Continue reading A Grandfather’s Love.
My daughter has no idea how easy she has it. She walks into a Sephora and finds a plethora of make-up that will suit whatever kind of looks she wants to portray on her face on any given day. Smoky-eye with a wing eyeliner: available! Foundation color that suits her olive/peachy complexion: over 100 … Continue reading Surviving the 80s and 90s: The Filipina-American Version
Folks. Let's get real. When a person commits to Whole30, you know it's about to go down. To commit to going 30 days without sugar, bread, carbs (the bad ones), dairy (and I don't know--everything else that we call decadent, and comforting) is downright borderline psycho. So, of course, I made my family try … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: To Whole30 or To Fake Whole30–That Is The Question.