Category: Writing

Often I will search for info about sickness or recipes for my book or blog post…before I know it, it’s 2 hours later and I’m…

He got the brightest smile, but I see the shadow behind it.

When the night is darkBut the moon is brightEverything feels rightBecause you’re holding my hand at the shadow of the moonlight  The song below was inspire…

War. Blood showersVirus, pandemics She stood above itShe, the goddess of positivity With dirt on her bare feetShe proudly sings her songShowering everyone with herLovely light in the…

I woke up with my son giving me chamomile which grow outside our cabin. So I got to take a picture with it right away….

Hey guys! I forgot to share this when it was new but Mathew from Blog of the Wolf Boy, interviewed me exactly a year ago…

Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except he’s not treated with kindness. Because he’s always covered in cut and bruises.

“They should put that delinquent to jail,” said one of the women to her friend.

“Yes, he give this neighborhood a bad name.”

Yes, just like that everyone judged him, they hate how he wore those signs of beating like a badge, annoyed that he still walks with…

When I was a little girl, my grandfather told me, “Jen, remember there’s a spirit within everything,” he stretched his wrinkled fingers toward the mountains. “Even the grass and the trees got spirits, so be kind toward them. They will never fail you.”
Because grandpa was my favorite, I listened and treated everything with care. It was during my teens when I got lost in the forest with my sister. I heard a soft voice “this way.”

In respond to Ashok’s post of Life, Death and Corona I thought I’ll share my opinion here in my blog too… I agree with the…

His eyes are like the wind, unseen,

yet feeling it caressing me.

The first time the government implemented lockdown, I thought this will be over soon. But many months later we’re still stuck at home. Worse, we receive news that Reyna, the loving mother, grandma, and mother-in-law passed away in her sleep…

I have no idea if he ever felt the same, but at some point, I’ve grown out from being a childhood friend into wanting something…