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Health Advocacy Corner: Looking Back, #1

HEALTH ADVOCACY CORNER by Lu Sobredo I have published reflections, memories and thoughts on my health journey for the past four years. HEALTH ADVOCACY CORNER is the latest iteration of a series I published on the topic of autoimmune disease. I mostly wrote about my experience with this crippling disease called Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA). The series of articles went under the heading of "My Life with RA." Wanting to advocate for more than my own journey, and for more than RA after undergoing diagnoses and surgeries for other ailments, the title evolved into an expansive advocacy for health in general and for celebrating the journey of living with functionality despite a chronic medical condition. I am happy to introduce the newest series in my blog-- HEALTH ADVOCACY CORNER. LOOKING BACK SEVEN YEARS AGO I joined my hubby between February to March 2013 in the Philippines, my first time in over forty years since I visited there with my folks now long gone. Hubby, a university pro
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A New Era: Kindness is Dawning

  A NEW ERA: KINDNESS IS DAWNING There’s no denying it, no way of hiding it that kindness came in short supply these four years. But no longer.  And I can breathe again. As kindness o'er the land shall reign.  The people have spoken. Our voices strong, our cries clear.  And that made the difference,  made possible today’s new dawning-- the return of kindness, soon.  In the people’s house.  In the land we love. Kindness heals. Hate exhausts our spirit.  Today people shouted from rooftops,  car-tops or at the very least  at the top of our voices, with unmistakable beat, joy in our hearts. We are relieved. Yes, we are. We are feeling good again.  Indeed the people spoke up and chose  truth over falsity; caring over malice. It is the right thing, choosing kindness. It is the right time, choosing to heal. Today is testimony to diversity. Diversity  as strength for our country  and as hope for all, not for one or the few,  but for all regardless of what skin  covers our souls. Our countr

Dream of a Transcendent Love--A Poem

  Dream of a Transcendent Love   It was another night when the poetry gods called my name barring me from sleep until I wrote this poem on August 4, 2020 in the year of the pandemic. I posted the poem on my social media page by August 5 th  with plans to have the poem appear in Chapter 31 of the novel in progress. That did not happen. The muse intervened feeling the poem belongs in a later chapter. The poem serves as an original work of a character in the novel, a fictitious poet whose works were discovered decades after the Spanish American War in the Philippines in 1898. Here is the English translation of verses allegedly written in Hiligaynon (Ilongo-Filipino) and Spanish.   I consider this poem a critical piece in my creative work over the years. Thanks to my ever-supportive literary advisor Ken Miller who plays his role over and above expectations and fuels my imagination without my knowing at times. His feedback after his first reading of the poem: “Your new poem makes me want to

Remembering Montreal and Burt Bacharach

REMEMBERING MONTREAL AND BURT BACHARACH by Lu Sobredo   It was a warm summer night in 1988. It was my first trip to Montreal, Canada. I did not know what to expect. I would soon discover when I picked up the hotel phone. Those were the days before cell phones. For the first time in my entire adult life, I traveled outside the U.S. by myself.   I had traveled with my family in my youth. And after college and a job that pays, I traveled with my college best friend Donna to Hawaii and all over Europe, except Spain. Spain came later as my destination of choice after I married the love of my life in the early 1990s.   But back to my first night in Montreal. I picked up the hotel phone to call home to reassure my Papa and Grandpa (I lost Mom to the big C only six years before) that I arrived safely in a luxurious Marriott Hotel in Montreal. The shocking part was discovering that the phone operator greeted you in French. I was rattled at first, found myself responding in Spanish. How ironic,