Category Archives: Writing

All my general writing: articles, essays, reviews, travel pieces–well, everything except humor, poetry and my novel

Music for Writers

Music is powerful. And it touches something deep in our core. At the same time, music is an extremely individual taste. Of course, our preferences may change through the course of our life, and we might be influenced to try … Continue reading

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Palawan Flu – A Ray of Hope?

This post was featured on ProPinoy.net Malaria. Many people are not aware, but malaria is a disease that claims over 800,000 lives a year worldwide, most of those being children and infants. In areas where the disease is endemic, every … Continue reading

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Smiles on a Jeepney

I rode a jeepney in Manila the other day. That’s certainly nothing to smile about. Slow, crowded public transportation. Squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip and thigh-to-thigh with total strangers. The roof was too low, so my neck was bent over. Polluted air, … Continue reading

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An Old Man’s iPod

Well, I’m not really an old man. Baby Boomers will never admit to being “old.” I’m seasoned and mature. Not too terribly weathered. Lots of good years left. So no, not old. But then again, there ain’t no hip hop … Continue reading

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What My Hands Remember – 7

Another installment of my writing on my author friend Luis Alberto Urrea’s prompt “What Your Hands Remember.” Feeling Schroeder Die Under the Water… I Was the Grown-up Now There comes a time when you realize that you are a grown-up. … Continue reading

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What My Hands Remember – 6

Another installment of my writing on my author friend Luis Alberto Urrea’s prompt “What Your Hands Remember.” The Dry Grit of Mexican Hillside Orphanages Dry, fine, gritty, reddish-brown dust. The soil from which the life of Tijuana springs. In your … Continue reading

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What My Hands Remember – 5

Another installment of my writing on my author friend Luis Alberto Urrea’s prompt “What Your Hands Remember.” The Stick Shift on My Mom’s Mazda… Every teenage boy’s hands remember cars. Gripping the steering wheel. Roaring down the road with that … Continue reading

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