March 7, dawn. News about an NCOV-infected Deloitte employee in BGC came online. My morning and afternoon small group discussions were cancelled. Weeks back, Ate Fel booked us tickets for a theatre play called Joseph the Dreamer, and we chose to see it on March 7. "Ticket World said no advice from the promoters yet.... Continue Reading →
I reckon that the terms “intrapersonal intelligence” and “introspection” are germane to a discussion in memoir writing. When I penned my first memoir in 2017, I thought it was my initial first-hand encounter with the literary form. Wrong, I was. After teaching and studying about memoir, I discovered that I’ve been a memoirist all along,... Continue Reading →
My man brought me to Pinto Art Museum one fine Thursday. "It's my birthday gift to you," he said. And he was ready to pay for it all. We've long heard about Pinto, but had not a clue how it looks. He knew I love arts and museum though, so he thought going there in... Continue Reading →
The pile of memoirs on my desk is, lately, the most pleasant sight. This year started well for my reading life, especially that I got all three of Frank McCourt's works and The Trip to Echo Spring: On Writers and Drinking by Olivia Laing, mostly through my cousin's help (Ate Flor, my book angel). I'm... Continue Reading →
I received my first set of acrylic pastes in January 2020 (courtesy of my cousin, Ate Flor), and I've not stopped thinking about painting since then. The box has 18 12ml tubes of all basic colors with shades varying from light to dark. 18 hues, the possibilities are crazy. They can copy the pictures in... Continue Reading →
Writing, per se, is scary. Writing to be read is horrifying. Imagine that risk you put yourself in when you expose your choice of words, your thoughts, and a precious piece of yourself to - who knows how many - people. You throw a sentence or two onto their table and give them the permission... Continue Reading →
The first time I taught Memoir Writing, I had my initial researches in hand which included the wealth of information from a Creative Writing textbook, Memoir Writing guides, actual memoirs, and Google. Still, that heap didn't suffice, for I had an inkling that I was solely looking at the tip of its iceberg. I dug... Continue Reading →
What does victory really mean? I don't know if you find that question typical. I mean, looking at your written and unwritten list of dreams, isn't this easy to answer? But one afternoon while I was watching the sky from our car, I felt like God asked me what victory means specifically to me. Since... Continue Reading →
Memoir is a written narrative of one's personal experience. It's not surprising that most people today do not know what a memoir is when, in fact, there's been a memoir craze going on since 1940's. I think it all began when a discriminated race braved the page with their truth. Through words, they brought people inside... Continue Reading →
