While rummaging through the old stuff, my father called my attention to a letter my mother wrote him before Manong Ralph was even born. This was around the time Tatay was still working in Saudi Arabia, and Nanay was pregnant with her first son.
Here's a snippet of that letter.
Using a blue pen and her prescription pad, my mother wrote a letter packed with anxiety, care, and longing. Months after they were married, my father went to a foreign desert land, hoping to earn money for a new family he was building.
Here's a snippet of that letter.
:
is an angry literary work but a well-written one. Here she traces the 
roots of present-day problems plaguing the nation of Antigua. She goes back in history and shows the effects of English colonization, slavery and emancipation, and the horrible transition to independence which only ushered in a corrupt government.
and 
because I forgot to bring them home—crappy reason, I know. In addition, I've also read 
by Tom Davis. That's 10 books in four weeks, already a record high for me. I still have a few more weeks before classes resume, so I may just grab another book title and write these reviews before I forget entirely.
, a Christian lit classic, has been a blessing to me. The book is a compilation of his meditations and preachings on Scripture. He argues that the reason why the Christian church is weak is that people have weakened in their pursuit for holiness. Today it's the same story.
