I believe I have been reborn twice in my life. I was first born in Cavite, City Philippines in the 70s. I was reborn in Oakland, California in the 80s, and again in Fairbanks, Alaska in the 90s. Monique Truong wrote about her being reborn from a child born in Vietnam, to her childhood in … Continue reading Reborn.
The DelCastillo women are pretty ambitious when it comes to this life. My sister Jackie, who I've written about as my Storytexter, had two weeks to spend in San Diego for work. She's a Registered Nurse, and a Lieutenant in a military branch where female officers are still a small subset group serving their country. … Continue reading In Return.
“Let’s do a challenge while we’re in San Diego!” Jackie texted while I was in my office preparing a list of items that I needed to do before taking off for a short vacation. “Ok, we should eat Filipino food every night since we don’t do this often!” I texted back. “Yes! Let’s eat … Continue reading In Pursuit of a Quest.
On May 16th, I celebrated 21 years of marriage. While many may think that 21 years is a long time, in my opinion--it is not--when compared to those who've been married for over 50 years. Those couples deserve a lifetime achievement award along with a never ending supply of chocolate cake and the most delectable … Continue reading On Celebration of a Marriage
I was 15 years old when I gave birth to my first child, a son. He was born in 1989, and there was a phenomenon that was happening to teenage girls in the late 80s. I had known 2-3 girls who were pregnant right along with me. I realized that the numbers were far greater … Continue reading Confession of an Ex-Teenage Mom
I remember the first time I saw snow. It was in Aschaffenburg, Germany and it was December. Snow was a rare unfamiliar thing. Its white speck of nothing comes down and becomes a white speck of everything; covering the ground and all those who stood outside to watch as quiet whiteness gently lands on … Continue reading What One Remembers in Her 30s.
Salvador looked through his door and winked at me as I sat there in front of my desk. I turned my head away to avoid the distraction, and decided to look out my window. It was a good day to be outside. Instead, there I sat across the hallway from Salvador attempting to … Continue reading Dali and Me.
The Echo Muse 