Posts by: Rica Espiritu

Checking to see if I can post using the WordPress plugin from my phone. I have always wanted to write about things as they happen. Now I can do that. Yeah — as if Facebook wasn’t enough!   [googleplusauthor]

Last week had an event that marked the end of a project for me. Presidents, CEOs, officials and representatives of different BPOs along with government institutions and private organizations came together for a common cause – that is to create a healthier workplace. The project started earlier this year with 8 BPOs...

There are people who have the patience to make aligue [ah-league-eh]. Aligue is the filipino word for crab fat. These are extracted not just from ANY crab. They’re taken out of crabs that are thumbsized called talangka or shore crabs. They live along riverbanks and mangrove forests. They’re so small that they...

My days are pretty predictable: Wake up, eat, work, bath, work, commute to the office, work, go home, cook breakfast, sleep. Weekends are also predictable: Wake up, cook lunch or dinner/supper, listen to casual banter, work then sleep. This Saturday I did something different that I believe will change my son’s life...

Food reflects the society that grows and cooks it. One man’s waste is another man’s food. These are the thoughts that came into mind as I visited Il Mercanti a few days back. I decided to take the free shuttle service from the office to the nearby weekly food bazaar, Il Mercanti. It has more than 30 concessionaires and...

‘When are you going to buy another camera?” My son asked. “Perhaps this year after my project finishes and after buying a washing machine [it finally died after 7 years….].” I said, taking in the beauty around me and taking pics. “Why?” “When you get to buy another camera, can I have this one mom?” Brian asked. Trying...

For those who do not know me, I am a single mother with a teen-age son. Since I can’t use that “Oh talk to your father [your uncle, your grandfather, your father’s-cousin’s-neighbor-in-law] kind of excuse, I have to deal with questions boys have when they reach “that” age. In this case – whatever age that signifies...

NOTE to readers: This happened long before ghost whisperer or medium came on cable. This is also a repost from another blog I have. I don’t know how this will be received. For those who don’t believe, you can treat this as your regular sci-fi segment. It’s ok. I couldn’t believe it myself until it happened to me. A...

by: [googleplusauthor] What happens when you die? Are promises broken? Do the bonds you create in this life truly break when one dies? They don’t. Not in this life. Not in death. Not ever. The dead do walk among us. Even if we do move on and heal, they still drop by from time to time. Checking up on us, proud of what...

I’ve often longed to walk in the woods, have a solitary moment with nature, to commune and receive enlightenment as the buddha did, under a bodhi tree [Hmm we don’t have those, although a mango tree would do]. But no. There are times when I feel condemned to trudge the life of a worker, trying to make ends meet to...

Home. When I was a kid I learned that home was where my parents and grandparents were. We were made to memorize our phone numbers and addresses. If we got lost, we were to go to the nearest police station and give the honorable policeman my address and he will take me home. When I was in college, I learned that home...

People have always told me, “You have so many interests, you have to focus on something and that will define you!” “No wonder you don’t like sleeping, you’re always doing something.” “What do you want to be? You have to be somebody. You can only chose one!” Sometimes I despair because I can’t choose. I have this...

These are collection of stories from news, friends and memories that remind me why I love Life! — I was telling a friend about this person in blogster. The writer’s bones would snap and ache, with an eyesight that’s almost going, but never ceased to write about her cat who brought laughter to the lives who would read the...

In the beginning there was darkness. That was where all creation came from. The darkness of one’s thoughts, the murkiness of one’s womb, the shadows of sleep where dreams take shape. Creation is like a drug that gets the blood running. An idea that can drive you insane like the incessant caterwauling of cats out in the...

THE OTHER day my son asked me how I felt about being old. What?! Old?! Me?! I was taken aback. I do not think of myself as old. My 14-year old son thought I was joking, but I was perfectly serious. I told him that it was an interesting  question, and I would ponder on it. Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now,...