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It came in the mail on Monday, a battered blue-striped box postmarked from Daly City, CA. My father, a man who needs other people to wrap his Christmas present for him, had swaddled every exposed inch with packing tape. When I rip it open a big green can rolls onto the kitchen table. Big letters on the side proclaim it as “Marca El Rey: authentic chorizo de bilbao”. It’s a lie. They have never heard of this chorizo in Bilbao, or anywhere else in Spain. It’s made in the USA. But in the Philippines, this can is worth its weight... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Cops are at the station this morning, bright green vests and wide stances poking at backpacks and rummaging through everybody's lunch. Continue reading
Posted Jul 16, 2010 at Two Old Houses
A fly has squeezed through the screen into my apartment, lured by the scent of growing flowers and shelter from the wind; I can hear it knocking against the glass unable to get out. Continue reading
Posted Jun 2, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Wearing her colors, I find myself craving bright hues that I have never worn. Perhaps I am not as earth-toned as I had always believed myself to be. Continue reading
Posted May 27, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Today I am becoming my grandmother. I'll get a tube of lipstick in that old-lady pink and put her on like a skin. Continue reading
Posted May 22, 2010 at Two Old Houses
I want to send myself roses paid for today and sent anonymously in the future So that years and years from now when I am an old woman with 10 cats I will wake up to find a dozen red roses on my doorstep and think that I have a secret admirer Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2010 at Two Old Houses
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Mar 15, 2010
“I learned to play mahjongg in Japanese times. I was pregnant with your tita and your lolo was a prisoner of war. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was crying and crying and crying. So they taught me to play mahjongg so I would stop worrying. I have been playing every since.” Continue reading
Posted Feb 19, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Posted Feb 17, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Andy tried teaching her to use a computer once, but it didn't take. "My computer is voice-activated," she would say. "I ring for my girl Rina and she writes down my message and types it into the computer for me!" She had used a typewriter in her younger days but after the age of seventy or so she abandoned it for a yellow pad and pen. Her children told her, "Mama, you're regressing. Soon you'll be back to a chisel and a stone tablet." I think she liked the quiet of the pen. When I would sleep over at her... Continue reading
Posted Feb 7, 2010 at Two Old Houses
"It's strange," Carl said, "But the clearest memories I have of my childhood all involve screaming and running away." Continue reading
Posted Feb 4, 2010 at Two Old Houses
I am thinking of houses. When you're a child you live in the back of the house and all its secrets are open to you. Whether it was my own house, my grandmothers', relatives' or friends' houses, as a child you go everywhere. The bedrooms, kitchens, the hidden places in the back where people are hanging laundry or cleaning fish or grating coconut in a messy shower of husks and white meat--it's all one. You run everywhere, see everything. But as you get older, things change: you become a guest, you spend more time in living rooms and less in... Continue reading
Posted Feb 3, 2010 at Two Old Houses
Oh dear, now I'm hooked on Cute Overload! My head may explode!
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