It's still vivid, the memory. I was in fifth grade; I would have been ten or eleven. I had tied a corner of my handkerchief to the pointed tip of a ballpen, managed to secure the cap over the knot and twirled my instrument so that the fabric spun and wrap itself around the pen.… Continue reading Childlike
Category: Memory Lane
Catch Up
Bringing you up to speed: I got married early September. A month later, I released my debut novel. Big events made quiet and modest by Covid-19 but cherished milestones nonetheless. Perhaps it had been for the best, the universe way of granting my true desires. A celebration of our love and commitment without all-night partying… Continue reading Catch Up
Throwback
Google digs up photos you took with your phone, say, five years ago, so you can look back at your memories. Facebook does this too. They brighten my day. They bother me too. Are our devices and cloud storage becoming the more reliable curator of our past? Sunset captured during a commute. A brunch date… Continue reading Throwback
Hump Day Liebster
My heartfelt thanks to pinaymamasg.com for making my first Liebster post possible. It took five years-plus having a blog up to be included in the chain. In any other avenue, say on social media, I ignore chain requests. But for this one I'm making an exception because it's the first and I came to this… Continue reading Hump Day Liebster
Sweetness in a Slice of Rejected Pie
Remember those jokes going around the social media about "returning" 2020? The beta isn't great, it needs a reboot, so on? Well, we've used up two-thirds of it. Even if it was possible, a cosmic return-exchange isn't going to happen at this point. Mindful of time being precious though it hadn't been what was hoped… Continue reading Sweetness in a Slice of Rejected Pie
Baygon Man
In my mind, I call him Baygon man. I saw him dancing in front of our house. I might have been nine or ten when the young men in black uniforms showed up at our home. Probably sent by the pesticide company to demonstrate a product, convince us our house was crawling with pests (not… Continue reading Baygon Man
The Bachelorette Pad, Revisited
It was 2011 and I was in my mid-twenties. I still lived with my mom and siblings being from a culture where it's quite common for adult children to live with their parents until they married. But we are not the most traditional and our then-landlord just gave us an eviction notice. Moving out felt… Continue reading The Bachelorette Pad, Revisited
Leah Ranada 