When I was a little girl, my mother used to go on business trips to Europe to market her small garment manufacturing company. Whenever she asked me what I wanted as a gift upon her return, I always asked for a sketchpad. My mother always recounts a story where, upon receiving said sketchpad, I asked… Read More Galveston Island: The ART in HeART
“Do y’all have a flight?” I asked the bartender. It was Saturday, around 1:00pm, and Febbie and I braved the Texas plus island-y heat of Galveston to head over to Galveston Island Brewing. We planned to join the free brewery tour and have a beer. Yeah, no, that didn’t really push through. Upon arriving at… Read More Galveston Island: Brews Clues
I was able to rent a small room in a fellow Filipina’s house which was located in a quiet residential street close to UTMB and Port of Galveston. Looking at it, I live close to work AND the Galveston Historic Downtown. How awesome is that? My new roommate Ate Esther and I were both off… Read More Galveston Island: Avenue B
“I haven’t really gone anywhere…” she said. I just about freaked out. “ You live in GALVESTON! How can you say, you haven’t gone anywhere? What’s wrong with you?” I scolded my friend, Febbie, when she apologetically admitted that she hasn’t explored Galveston. “Galveston is a vacation spot, with a beach AND near Houston!” I… Read More Galveston Island: Some Place Good
I finally started writing again. Over and over, I have conditioned myself to update my blog and Instagram account but only to have something or the other get in the way. It is only when I moved to Galveston Texas two weeks ago for work did I finally say “You gotta start writing missy!” The… Read More Galveston Island: Blog Series Kickoff!
The Texarkana Post Office and Courthouse must have a dissociative identity disorder. Have two personalities. I mean, it IS a post office AND a courthouse. It has TWO zip codes. Surely there must be confusion and blackouts going on. And really, how can you blame it? When you serve two purposes, have two zip… Read More When a building has a split personality
“It’s moving! It’s moving!” my mom exclaimed. I stared up at the Gateway Arch and replied, “Ma, it’s the clouds that are moving, not the arch.” Secretly though, I agreed with her. From my vantage point, down on the ground, the Gateway Arch looked like it was swaying in the wind. My mom and I… Read More Gateway to the West