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Posts published by “Icoy San Pedro”

Honoring my Mother | Bookends

Back in 1975, a friend lent me a 14-year old Yamaha guitar to use whenever it was my turn to sing at the folk house…

Honoring my Mother | Massaging the masses

Years ago, they could only be found in the vicinity of Rizal Park when it gets dark, wearing their scrub suits of different shades. A…

Honoring my Mother | The Mountains Win Again

I was not going to pass up an opportunity to visit the mountainous parts of the world’s largest city. After all, for the longest time,…

Honoring my Mother | The Pack Survives

It was only much later in the evening upon arriving home when I realized, that on this very same day last year, we were also…

Honoring my Mother | That holiday fill

Anticipation is in the air, thick as fog on a Marilog morning. The faint strains of a Christmas tune plays somewhere near the road, perhaps…

Honoring my Mother | Peryas come a-rollin

One by one, the empty lots are slowly occupied. A tent for ukay-ukay (used clothes and gear) had already set shop, with neat piles of…

Honoring my Mother | Times they are a-changing

I had an interesting talk with my son this morning at brekkie about, of all things, the ongoing impeachment proceedings in the US. Never mind…

Honoring My Mother | So many stars

A bunch of neighborhood kids have started with their Christmas carol sorties, as they ran from house by house, unmindful of an occasional rejection or…

Honoring my Mother | Chug-chug

Looking at the calendar, it seems so unreal when you realize that there are no more stops between now and Christmas. In your mind, it…

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