Last month, we went to London and Ireland to witness my eldest sister's marriage into an Irish family. Honestly, Papa and I, as well as my older sister's family, wanted to be there but, at one point, decided not to go due to lack of funds. Pounds and Euro’s values are way higher than Peso... Continue Reading →
"Every time an old person dies, it's like a library burning down." - Alex Haley Weeks ago, Scribblory commenced a "5-Day Memoir Challenge" on Facebook and Instagram. It is quite akin to the "7-Day Book Challenge" albeit this one (1) runs for five days, (2) is limited to one genre--which is memoir, and (3) requires... 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 →
The Storytelling Project piqued my interest the first time I happened on it. I like stories. When I was young, Papa would tell us tales about farm, soldiers and God every night until sleep rolled over us. We also used to keep two drawers of children's books in the living room. Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin, and books... Continue Reading →
Elaine Marie Factor 