by Esther Elizabeth Suson (A poem I wrote on June 20, 2009.) If I had a mission in life It would be To stand in the middle of strife It would be To restore the blessedness of tears It would be To love in moments of fear. * If I had a vision in life … Continue reading When God Takes Over
by Esther Elizabeth Suson I am noisiest on Twitter, but not usually to the point where the Tweets choke my followers with the showing-off (this is me speaking. My followers might have another perspective. They most probably do). But I should have known something was off when I started Tweeting about VIXX on a regular … Continue reading Insecurity.
by Esther Elizabeth Suson Whenever anyone asked if we (my best friend Angela and I) were going to Japan for vacation, I stuttered over the answer. "Vacation" suggested rest, and that was the last thing we planned to do. (To be fair, we did get to sleep a lot on that trip.) My mouth sometimes … Continue reading Japan: A Tale of 3 Pilgrimages
by Esther Elizabeth Suson Weddings are fun things, especially when you are younger. You get to dress up and put on make-up, just like Mom. You get to pretend to be a grown-up. You get to toss flower petals or hold a bouquet. You get to eat and eat well – any Filipino wedding is … Continue reading The First Wedding and the Fifth Commandment
by Esther Elizabeth Suson My readers will (I frankly hope) notice I have not been writing much recently. This is my apology-of-sorts, and also a reflection. To begin with, just writing under this title amuses me because I have an earlier blog called "Why We Write." It was about my recognition of the fact that … Continue reading Why We Do Not Write
by Esther Elizabeth Suson If he'd had a car, I can imagine he would drive her to work. If he'd had cash for a taxi, I can imagine him dropping her off at her workplace and then dashing off to his. If he'd had anything but a bicycle, I can see him bringing her as … Continue reading [Snapshot] If It Was Anything But A Bicycle
by Esther Elizabeth Suson Youngest. On my way to Market from the Every Nation building, I found myself walking in the opposite direction from three young men, side by side. They had the brown, bony, lanky builds of men in their late teens or early twenties. The one in the center was enthusiastically talking, gesturing with … Continue reading [BGC Snapshots] 3 Groups of 3 Friends