It looks like another year went by in silence. So much has happened, but I didn’t (emphasis on the intention) take the time to write about it. Yet, it’s funny how the subtle cues could rekindle the spark and lead me back here. New look who dis? I was going working through my inbox when…

Life threw a couple of really nasty curve balls over the weekend, leaving me crying, throwing tantrums, and just feeling absolutely down to the ground. It took many days before I can finally start filling this space again. But knowing that I’ve made myself promise to write more, I thought it best to break things…

Hey, there. Journal, virtual space stamped with my mark—diwa. How heartwarming yet melancholic this feeling of re-entering what was once an intimate and frequented space. I’ve been silent, and have chosen silence, since Ama’s passing and the arrival of our two new furry family members. Time, physical energy, mental strength were not on my side…

Rather than keeping the memorial’s introduction and my eulogy behind lock and key, I want to share my Ama with the world. Ama, wherever you may be, I hope these words make you happy: Introduction Last Sunday, September 13th, we sisters reunited in fear and in courage to face one of our greatest fears—Ama, our…

I’ve been afraid—afraid to sit down and face this blank space; afraid to write about the past three months; afraid of my incapability to talk about what’s wedged deep within my heart. Each time I’m on this page of Diwa Daily, I divert to a written page on my journal, a tab on my browser,…

I’m writing this after waking up from a 15-minute power nap. ? I started doing this recently to fight my unyielding tendency to wake up before sunrise, and not get enough sleep throughout the day. Since the pandemic hit the country and we’ve been staying home, the fam and I have been making significant changes…

If you asked 18-year old me what my life would look like 12 years into the future, I’d probably describe something far from what it’s like this very day. At one point, I told Jayson with utmost confidence that I’d have the time of my life the moment I turn 30 years old. I’d drink,…

I remember my Posterous days when I’d do a monthly “reflections” post at the beginning of the new month. It was a favorite routine of mine where I’d summarize what happened to me the month before, what I intend to do next, and what people who may be interested can come to expect. With it…

It is never too late to be what you might have been. George Eliot Three months have gone by in such a hurry. As soon as I got back from Japan, I was head down in work for two weeks before I was on another plane to the USA. Those three long weeks were some…