You, Me and Year No. 3

DISCLAIMER: This is going to be one hell of a mushy blog entry.  Since I've become quite notorious for being "Miss Mapride",  let this blog entry serve as proof that I do have a heart. And that I, too, am capable of publicly displaying my affection. Ha-ha. 10-17-08  All too often, people are asked, "How do you... Continue Reading →

You win some, You lose some.

I love saying this. It feels good on the tongue, sounds rhythmic to the ears and over all, it makes a lot of sense. It's not one of those overly complicated or hardly-relatable quotes that you have to repeat a dozen times before the meaning shows actual meaning to you. It's universal, timely and most... Continue Reading →

My baby’s grown up.

No, I do not have a love child. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Plus, the baby-crazy lady in me wouldn't really complain about that. In fact, I get giddy at the thought of it. Or not. Not ready. Maybe in a few years.  Ha-ha. ANYWAY!!!! I'm talking about my not-so-baby sister, Bettina. A few... Continue Reading →

Waiting in the Wings: Part 2

Months ago, I wrote about the "emotional perils" of being in theater. I talked about how passionate I was about it and yet how excruciatingly exhausting it could be,waiting in the wings. You invest so much of yourself and your time and yet the show itself (or at least the scenes you're part of) can be... Continue Reading →

On Love and Labor

I must admit that over the past few weeks, a cloud of doubt and a hint of frustration hovered over what began as a purely positive thing. There were times when I wondered if putting up the playroom was sustainable---if I could sustain it for long, given the number of children we had coming day... Continue Reading →

A Play Room for Grieving Children

Since you bothered to even click and read this, THANK YOU! (",) I know that in the hustle and bustle of whatever it is you (or I) do, it becomes tempting to breeze through these things instead of really reading them from start to finish. However, because I will be asking you a huge favor,... Continue Reading →

Death becomes Her

Over the past few weeks, I’ve found myself saddled with sadness, and consumed by a fear of what should perhaps be an everyday thing for me already---death. I’ve been having difficulty functioning without paranoia overtaking me, without worrying about death’s all too sudden arrival, without secretly fearing each second that my own or someone else’s life... Continue Reading →

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