Miranda

I couldn’t wait to write this blog! Giggling while typing, a co-worker poked her head into my door wondering why the giggles. With a silly g...

On Sunday afternoons, while waiting for my friends attending the 5 pm mass, I would sit at a coffee shop in Greenbelt and watch people. I wo...

I read this poem a few years ago, written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, a Canadian woman. I was stunned when I first read this poem because Ori...

I enjoy trying local delicacies when I visit places. Sometimes, I'm brave enough to try something exotic. I tried frog adobo in Tarlac -...

I love this song , The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice. The song and the rain make me a bit nostalgic. Unearthed from my baol an old po...