I started to list down all the food I loved to eat as a child, food my mom would cook, food that I missed. Food from a time long ago, comforting, heart-satisfying. From memories that have not been a part of my recent life.
The old stories of man’s rebellion against God to find himself are given a new twist in this novel which combines Greek mythology with the Book of Genesis set against a backdrop of modern technology. Forces are at work to awaken the divine spark inside a seemingly ordinary girl: goddess-incarnate-as-woman yet pawn of greater powers, Maia must tread carefully lest her search lead her to open doors that were not meant to be reopened. Here is Eve again tempted to repeat the act which caused that terrible tragedy: the Great Fall from Grace … or is it the path to redemption?
I am reminded of Tolkien’s Hiding of Valinor, of C.S. Lewis’ “Perelandra” and of Guillermo del Toro’s “Pan’ Labyrinth.” The book made me aware quite forcefully that another world does exist beside our own and only with eyes unveiled can we hope to get a glimpse of it. But as there are those who would once more rip down the veil itself to reveal what lies hidden, the heart is suddenly gripped with foreboding lest the time be not yet ripe for such a revelation. Are we ready to reclaim what we once rejected? The story of the Seven Sisters is our story, too. I can’t wait for the second book!” – Myra B.
Marco Deglado has a legacy to Philippine Christendom that not very many people know about.
It started with passion, and a mission. Ambassador Antonio C. Delgado, Marco’s grandfather and the First Philippine Ambassador to the Vatican, made it his personal advocacy to have a Filipino saint canonized. This became a reality with the beatification in 1981 and canonization in 1987 of San Lorenzo Ruiz. An issue came up, however, when the sculptor started work on the likeness—whose face?
It was then that Marco’s grandmother took out a picture of the boy Marco (who was then living with them) and thus, immortalized him as the face of the patron saint of the Philippines, the Filipinos and interestingly, the Overseas Filipino Workers.
As editor-in-chief of a Canadian newspaper, I had the privilege of meeting some awe-inspiring people. I will be featuring them here and I hope you will let them touch you and enrich your lives as they have mine.
29. That is how many times the Laquians have moved their household.
Nairobi, Kenya, Santiago, Chile, Suva, Fiji in the South Pacific, Beijing, China and many cities in between—they have been there and have called it home. They made lovely memories in all of them, but had little or no roots. The restless (by choice and by circumstance) can grow weary of impermanence too.
I did not know that lemon cake could be sad, and the child in the book did not, too. At the back of my mind was the other book/movieLike Water for Chocolate but I suspended the animation, not wanting to color this latest book with my own perceptions (or that other book’s perceptions). Which were pushed back to the forgotten anyway (which reminds me, I have to get to that book again).
Of late, I have been reading several books where people have super powers. Except they are real and not in the realm of the imagined.
Okay. I may be naive but that was my takeaway: these people are real and they had problems. No, not problems, but abilities which are so far off center that it becomes a disability.
Like people who can taste emotion in food, which mostly, interestingly, is one of pain.
The Grouse Grind® is a 2.9-kilometre trail up the face of Grouse Mountain, called Mother Nature’ s Stairmaster. It is located in Western Canada.
I signed up to conquer The Grind.
But it conquered me.
When Sun Tzu said “subdue the enemy without fighting”, I didn’t know he was talking about mountains.
And there, on top of craggy stairways, winding their way to a seemingly unreachable top, on a tough terrain that has been peppered with foggy breaths and hardened determination, I found out – I am not superwoman.
Because we humans are all about finding our roots, finding that place where we feel we belong. But what if we belong nowhere, and everywhere?
What if moss is not good and it just ties us down, keeping us from our potentials, from finding out what’s out there?
Some of my friends are upping and going. Just going. Taking that trip to South America to stay for 6 months. With children. Finding a job to sustain them, just enough to sustain them. See the city, the countryside, know the culture, try to understand it and appreciate it and then move on to another darn beautiful place.
I just came home from the Philippines when I got the email. “Congratulations,” it said. “You have been selected as a winner of the Soroptimist International of North and West Vancouver’s Ruth Ditto award.” I was awed, and rendered speechless. Soroptimist International is a worldwide service organization for women committed to helping women (and girls) achieve their individual and collective potentials. The Ruth Ditto Award is an award unique to the North and West Vancouver Club. Ruth Ditto is an esteemed and treasured Club member and everyone remembers her for her strength (despite the fact that she was a petite woman), and remembers how unselfishly she shared her talents (she is a painter too) and her time. The award is to honour women who persevere despite challenges (in my essay, I spoke of the travails of being a new immigrant with big dreams). With all of Ruth Ditto’s friends in attendance, I felt empowered, humbled, honoured. Below is my speech.
Somebody looked at my palm to gaze into my future. He smiled but did not tell me what he saw.
I prefer it that way. Not knowing. Because it is enough that I know that my husband and I, we always put ourselves in, well, situations.
In December 2011, we found ourselves in the clutches of winter in beautiful Vancouver.
We were starting a new life, embarking on an adventure.
Until the adventure turned real and the difficulty of finding a foothold in a new country we did not know sank in.