Allow me to splurge in luxury and exaggeration in talking about my sister's flower plants in her small front yard in Legaspi city. She has appointed enough elbow room and…
I still have my mother and I owe her a lot, and the sacrifices that she made for us her children will always be one of our greatest treasures.…
And when rain comes not in trickles but in downpour this side of the Pacific, the flowers start to wilt and wither.…
The orchids bloom this time at our sister's Legazpi frontyard are remarkable. Her residence with a certain degree of elevation due to the hillside location of the housing district gives…
When I remember my hometown, Calabanga, it is always summer. It is a small town at the foot of the overwhelming Isarog, which is lapped by the San Miguel…
I hate goodbyes. It pricks the innermost recesses of my heart and pour tears on my eyes. It makes me sad and switch to a somber mood.…
This post should be less wordy. We’re churning one for Cbanga360 on Facebook, which should be online much later. And that would be about Mayon volcano update.…
Our family, and perhaps much of the folks in our place, have that very close family and extended kinship ties. We still know our cousins up to that we might…