Innocence Interrupted

I am the type of writer who draws inspiration from life on the streets, no matter where I find myself in the world. Sometimes it is a lonely man in a cafe in Berlin. Or another day it will be the young lovers hiding behind the trees in Bangkok embroiled in a bitter disagreement. It... Continue Reading →

Would I write in another language?

¬©FrogDiva Photography That is a question I have been asking myself for years now. English is and always be my mother tongue, and I command it like no other of the languages that I speak. German, for example, is something I speak on a eat, sleep and breathe on a daily basis, admire greatly, but... Continue Reading →

The Magic Of Writing On A Train

FrogDiva on the road ¬©FrogDiva Photography There are certain places that lend themselves perfectly for writing, at least in my view. One is the beachfront, a train, and a close third would be a cafe in the middle of a mall but I have privacy issues there. Long train rides in particular are always a... Continue Reading →

No Such Thing As Overnight Miracles

Yin and Yang ¬©FrogDiva Photography My father-in-law, may he rest in peace, always cautioned against people who promised overnight wealth and instant success. Such grandiose empty promises will blow up in your face sooner or later, and he was right. Similarly, in the Philippines there is an expression "Ningas-Kugon" which aptly describes the process of... Continue Reading →

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