“What’s doobie?”
She’s five – I thought. I also thought things like: She must have seen cable at Uncle Brian’s house. Now we’ll have to move. I never liked Uncle Brian much anyway. I thought things like that. Normal, rational things. Then I took a deep breath and feigned calm.
“A doobie is like a cigarette. People… 
Archive for June 2011
The Value Of Being Heard
The Other Side Of The Fence
We gathered around a dinner table tonight to reflect, laugh, cry – before boarding a plane bound for America in the morning. And Patricia asked the bloggers what their high and low points have been this week in the Philippines.
And mine were easy to recall. They both happened nine and a half hours ago. Give… 


