#30: dubs

dubs=nickname for the The Golden State Warriors
dubs=our shortened name for filipino dish “adobo”

“something smells good.” – words from the ‘lil one after coming out of his bath

T-shirt photo credit: warriorsteamstore.com

ingredients: photo from my kitchen cabinet

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#29: about tonight

it’s been a pretty good week. the kids and i have been getting to school on time. i’ve been able to leave work at a decent hour to pick up kids and run around. frankly, part of me still tugs and has a reaction knowing there are unsent emails, a growing list of to-do’s and follow up items, seeing my work piling up. interestingly, i’ve been laser focused with my time on both the home and work front which has given me a some sense of peace.

it’s 10:30pm and i awake from a 3-hour slumber. the kids are still up. we treat ourselves to ice cream, read about “evolved” pokemon characters to the ‘lil one while the teenager watches her favorite youtuber for a few extra minutes.

(thanks to the ‘lil one for the blog post title and suggestion about what to write about. the title–sounds like a late 80’s john hughes film)


#28: where are you?

the hubs is out of town for 10 days. i’ve been “flying solo” for the most part and have been lucky to have the help of the kids’ “lola” (grandma in tagalog). work has been extremely flexible as well with me on a 9-5 schedule with the understanding that i would not be checking email after 6pm. why is this unusual? in my associate directorship role, in any given week, i can easily clock over 40+ hours/week. my usual pattern is as follows:

  • 8am: out the door to drop of the kids
  • 8pm: come home after picking up kids from extracurricular activities
  • 8pm -10pm: combination of homework, bath, dinner, and questions coming to me left and right
  • 10pm-12am: work time, binge watch time, reading, attempt to squeeze in “me” time
  • 6am-7am next day: wake up (which means hit the snooze button for as long as possible)

rinse. wash. repeat.



#26: (catch up post) — he said what?

my 6 year old son: mom what is academic discourse?

me: hmm…who talked about this with you?

son: my teacher

me: wow. academic discourse is how students talk with and interact with what their learning. if your teacher said it, it may be when you’re talking with her about a topic and sharing those thoughts or figuring out things with your class, how your class is writing or talking with each other or making presentations and sharing what you think about the presentation and going back and forth about it.

son: i want to do that. can we do that at home?

me: sure (smiling inside)

pictured below=living room sofa study fort



#24: flip and hit

on behalf of my son, here’s another entry. he’s helping me stay on track with my somewhat daily posts. he knows i’ve started this project and wanted an entry to be about him. i said that the titles are intended to be catchy and related to the topic. he wanted me to write about him and gymnastics and came up with “flip and hit.” 🙂

he took a quick nap on the ride over this evening. i watched him hug his sister and use her as a crutch as he was still a bit groggy walking to the gym door. within minutes, he was off and running in his usual form and fashion.  he said shared that he bumped himself a little today just as class ended and that he was okay. he did want a pack of ice, though, just to be sure that there would be no swelling.


#23: power yoga

amazing. cathartic. timely. powerful. these are only a handful of words that describe a much needed intention setting/yoga and meditation session that i attended yesterday sponsored by filipino advocates for justice (aka FAJ). i have known FAJ since the mid to late ’90’s. FAJ was the fiscal sponsor to Project PULL Academy, a college preview and leadership program for Pilipino/a high school students. i was a founding member of Project PULL which in itself was a life changing experience. for me, what made the session even more special was that three people that i have high regard for were leading the workshop. i later learned that FAJ’s executive director has been practicing yoga for over 40 years. she is extremely resilient having been at the helm of the organization for at least 30 years.


(photo credit: filipino advocates for justice)

the intended audience of this workshop was filipinos and other people of color who are social justice workers…activists in the social justice movement to explore how mindfulness practices nurtures us and feeds our personal and collective healing and how the practice in turn supports our work.

i’ve been searching for some respite. for some clearing of my mind. i’ve been working in youth development and leadership on behalf of communities that i identify with (immigrant families, young women of color, marginalized communities, opportunity youth) for almost 20+ years. and yes, it challenging staying in it on the day to day on behalf of what i know is just and right. as one of my closest friends said, i’ve practically dedicated my whole life to things “external” and outside of myself. another dear friend said, “it’s time to listen” to yourself.

so thank you FAJ for holding this space and providing me a space for some calm…to have motion and motivation and to be able to be still.

#22: the motherland

my brother and parents are in the philippines now. i was in my mom’s belly when they immigrated in the late 60’s. they always say if they didn’t leave then, they may have never made it to the u.s.

i returned last year after 30+ years and met over 30+ first cousins and nieces and nephews, reacquainted with tita’s and tito’s and upon looking at them could definitely see our resemblance. my kids often recount memories from that trip–the fresh fish, the “spa” fish, the beautiful sunsets, to the aquarium, to walks in the neighborhood with their grandparents, to 3+ hour long drives to one destination. all fond memories.

i particularly loved hearing stories from my parents.

  • this is the street that your pop used to live
  • my dad used to take me here after he picked me up from school
  • this is your pop’s old high school
  • we took you here when you were 7
  • we walked this path over a mile to school

i’m hoping to make a trip to the motherland again, soon.

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manila bay sunset, january 2015