Cure for Mondays Cole trying his hand at charcoal drawing I got a message from my friend, Allan, who wanted to know what "level" Cole and Attika are in now. He and his wife are also homeschooling their beautiful four-year-old daughter. People we meet often ask us that question and I must admit that it's one of the challenging questions to answer for two reasons:...
Cure for Mondays Attika's diaper bag has been in storage for almost two years now. She's a four-year-old who prefers organic, fresh fruit smoothies over her own milk when we go out, so I don't bring bottles and milk organizers anymore. That's a lot of physical weight I leave at home, and I'm ever so glad! She has perfected toilet training {all on her own}...
Cure for Mondays My October started off with fireworks and flying colors. I was pretty sure that I had a couple of readers {okay, maybe five} and they have kept me going since I started Cure for Mondays years ago. The ability to reach out to people across the world from our humble home office/classroom continues to amaze me like a child gazing...
Cure for Mondays Tree and Night. Acrylic on canvass by Cole Beldia, 2015 (He painted this for his favorite man in the world for his 40th birthday.) Perfection is a distant planet; a concept far beyond the reach of earthlings; an idea trapped inside a writer's head. My existence is a reflection of choices. These are choices I have made as a woman,...
Cure for Mondays I remember when I was in grade school, our father brought us to the Philippine leg of the Royal London Circus. I can vividly remember it was set up at a huge empty lot along a famous long road in Iloilo City formerly known as the West Jaro Diversion Road. Now that space is buzzling with commercial establishments, but once...
Cure for Mondays "Alta! Gib him da lion! Giiibbb him da liiooooon!" a nanny let out a long scream while I was looking around for a place to settle at the Velasquez Park. If I knew who Alta was and who "him" was, I could have offered to mediate between the two to settle that behemothic issue over some lion. There were around...
Cure for Mondays Starting lunch off with Summer Burrata Salad with prosciutto, burrata, parmigiano reggiano, pine nuts and dalandan dressing. (PhP440) I don't like Sundays. If there's a day during the week when I get the blues, it's never on a Monday. Sundays always give me that hypochondriac-ish nausea; an out-of-the-blue blues. I like quiet, but if it's the Sunday kind of quiet,...
Aaah. The smell of weekend. A friend once asked me if weekends still excited me after being home-based for quite some time now. The answer is: yes. I'm just another human being programmed to look forward to weekends even if our everyday feels so much like the weekend. The boyfriend works from home, the kids are homeschooled and I, the mother, hangs out...
