Posted by: rosanneromero | April 3, 2015

Dianne Keaton

Have been reading a book by Dianne Keaton.  I only know her by name.   Yet, we think along similar lines.  How odd that I get her.    Can’t help thinking — if we had gone to school together, we’d be good friends.  Like,  we’d sit together in class.  Laugh at the same things.  We’d chat as we walked to the us stop after class.  We’d get on the same bus and chat some more.

Posted by: rosanneromero | March 25, 2015

Little Girls

Little girls enjoy being delighted in.  They love to be fascinating and interesting. They love for the grown ups to listen to their stories and drink in details.  Little girls love to play princess.  They love to feel protected, watched out for.  They wallow in this.

Then they grow up and grow old.  And grow wiser about themselves.  Its a little sad.

But really, growing up and growing old are immutable laws.

You just have to find a way to frame it so when you grow old, like me,  the disappointment won’t sting as much.

Posted by: rosanneromero | March 17, 2015

Pull Up the Drawbridge

I walk with a slight limp from a really bad fall in the ancient ages.  Its just too messy to explain how this limp came to be — even to those who saw it happen.  They ask  incredulously — “You still have a limp from that fall?”.

I’m tired. I’m disappointed.  So I’m crossing over my moat and I’m pulling up the drawbridge.    I’ll keep myself scarce … that’s to preserve whatever’s left of my equilibrium.  And some people might attempt to cross the moat and pry open the drawbridge and say “what’s wrong? You can talk to us.”    But before they finish their spiel, the  little piranhas in the moat will take care of them for me.

Note to self:  Get over it.  People.  And the limp.


Posted by: rosanneromero | February 15, 2012

Superman Isn’t Brave

Meet my friend Issa.

Issa has a detached retina driven so by diabetes and she is losing her sight.  There are other complications of diabetes that are truly frightening.  But for Issa, going blind,  tops the list.

Meet another friend, Celia.  Her son has a rare complication of encephalitis and he is dying slowly, while she watches.   It came when he was only  six.  He’s been saying goodbye for a long time.  He’ll move to be an angel, that’s for sure, but that doesn’t make it less sad for Celia.

Meet Benedict.  He has liver cancer.  He now has three tubes in his liver.  He still goes to work. And not many people know how bad he is.  His greatest challenge is this:  … he doesn’t know how to tell his only son that he is a dying man.  His son is old enough to understand what cancer is, but too young to assume his post as head of the family..

Meet Rose. Both her legs were amputated from the hip level..  Stop here and picture that.  No legs after the lower hip line.  She uses her arms to walk.  She is married and has a child.  She manages a household like the rest of us. Rose does everyday chores like cooking, cleaning and laundering. Only — without legs. When her mother died, her father ( who has Alzheimer’s) had to move in with her.  Along with her younger brother (who, hear this, is  severely retarded.)

Needless to say, her husband is a gem of a man. If at any point, he said “This is too much”,   people would have understood.  Probably not just understood,  but would have totally agreed with him.  But if he had taken that stand,   legless Rose would not have been able to help her father and her brother.

Many times,  people have asked her “Rose, how do you do it?”  Her reply?  “I don’t know…you just do.”  Sigh.                                                                                                                                                      

Meet countless other people who live  very difficult lives.   Ahhhh, I see your antennas coming up. You’re asking —Have they checked the sins in their family tree?  Do they pray?  Do they have faith?   Keep that spiritual checklist to yourself.   You may need it more than they.  Don’t preach to them about having faith or about prayer.  They’re braver than you and me.

Someone once mused,   “Superman isn’t brave”.  As I watch these people live their lives, I realize just how true that line is.  Superman isn’t brave.  You can’t be considered  brave if you know you are indestructible. Its people like them who are brave.  They know they are not indestructible.  They know they can easily be defeated, but they fight anyway.

They wince, they flinch, they cry when they’re hit.  But they keep on keeping on.  They’re the kind of brave that people don’t clap for. They don’t get awarded medals.  Their names aren’t called to go up on stage.  But one thing is sure.  God applauds them.  Their lives are not pointless because God  uses their life, their adversity to speak into the lives of others.

Courage is a grace that can only come from having a relationship with God.  .   Let Psalm 145:14 explain it to you “The Lord lifts the fallen and those bent beneath their loads”.

Posted by: rosanneromero | July 30, 2011

More Critical Than Being Fed

I picked up a beautiful quote from my friend Sally Z.

‎”There are times when being truly listened to is more critical than being fed… Children speak their pain automatically when there is a listener, but learn to hide it when there is no ear to hear.”

I agreed that it held true for all ages.  I began to share the quote with a few other friends.  And we all clucked our tongues, shook our heads and made remarks about how people don’t really listen anymore.  People like to listen fast and short.   They ask  how things are and as soon as you talk, you notice a glazed look in their eyes and you just know for certain they’re not there anymore. Why do they bother to ask, I wonder.

But listen to this.

This morning, as we were sorting clothes for laundry, I asked my labanders “Kumusta?”

She began to tell me that her son had had a seizure from high fever the day before.  Distractedly, I looked up from my pile and said   “Ay, ganun?   Ahm…(pause, blink-blink) ano na nga magandang suka ang ginagamit sa kinilaw?”.   Shame on me!  Totally random.  And totally un-listening.    She was sharing her anxiety about a seizure and I wanted to know what vinegar to use on a dish.

Ofcourse I tried to recover by asking more details (about the seizure, that is — not the vinegar).  But it was lame.  It shamed me that I was doing exactly what I had just renounced.

Sigh.  Dear Lord, I talk too much.  Grace me to walk my talk.

Posted by: rosanneromero | May 17, 2011


I had a condessa I constantly had to deal with before.  Then the “constantly” became “rarely”.  Which was good for my heartburn.

But life can be  cruel sometimes.   Hence — I, as of late have another condessa in my life. GROAN.  Condessas are those who believe they have to be better  than most everyone else…smarter, craftier, prettier.  What do I care?  It’s true — so they’re prettier, smarter, craftier, more admired  and  whatever-er.

So listen Condessa —  As Proverbs 31 says:  “You surpass them all!”.  Bow!

The trophy is yours. I’m not in the race,  so don’t pick a bone with me.

Posted by: rosanneromero | May 14, 2011

Don’t like Facebook Either

Hi Chinks. Personally, I feel it gives people a good excuse. No one wants to argue with a good excuse. I guess its the same thing with blogs. Same things could go on. I don’t like facebook because I don’t like people from the past looking me up, period. For me that’s not flattering. Which is why the husband of my friend Tina, registered a JOINT facebook account. Maybe that helps to keep inappropriate people out of the bakod.

Posted by: rosanneromero | April 9, 2011

Sunday Reflection

It being Sunday,  you would think I’d have some gospel reflection, right?  Sorry, this is what grabbed my attention.  I just learned from Discovery Channel that the toothbrush was only invented in 1498.

What was it like?  Think about the toothbrush as a new thing. How did they know exactly how to use it?  And what did they use before that?  Worthwhile reflection.  Then my daughter walked in as I was deep in thought…I mentioned it to her and she said “Twigs.  They used twigs to clean their teeth and put  ash.”  She got that from Discovery Channel as well.

Its good to know these things.  Sure, even if its not going to  save your soul or even just put you in right standing with God.

Posted by: rosanneromero | July 30, 2010

For my student, Pinky

Its true.  People only understand victory in terms of big wins. Its like appreciating a journey only in terms of the ‘getting there’ part. So if you don’t have this big win in your life and simply, merely believe in victory, you’re considered a loser.

If you’re battling something — say, some dragon— you have to win in the way others understand winning.  For them, the good fight isn’t worth it.  It means nothing.   If there’s no win in the near future, if there’s no win that is obvious to all,  you might as well just throw in the towel.

Posted by: rosanneromero | July 23, 2010

What Makes For Keen Hearing?

When my husband is away on a trip, there are nights (SOME nights) I sit up in the wee hours straining my ears for some strange noises. Was that a crackling noise — maybe the iron got left plugged and the ironing board is burning? Was that a hissing sound — maybe the gas tank is leaking and if I so much as turn the knob, the house will explode? Did I hear footsteps outside? Is a doorknob being turned? Have I been watching too much CSI?

If you put your mind to it, your sense of hearing can be very keen.

A priest gave this anecdote at mass. He told a story about two men who walked into a room full of other people talking, some laughing boisterously and some in heated discourse.

While taking his plate of hors d’ oeuvres, the first man cocks his head and says “Can you hear that beautiful music?”

The second man replied “How can you hear piped in music in a place like this full of noise?”

The first man explained “I’m a musician and I love classical music.
So when music plays, wherever it plays, I detect it.”

To make it more plain, he said, “Watch this.”

He pulled out his cellphone and made it ring a common ring tone. Almost everyone in the room stopped talking, and each pulled out their cellphones.

It was uncanny.

He explained that even if his ringtone wasn’t louder than all the voices, people heard it. They heard it and impulsively checked their phones. They must be businessmen waiting for an important call.

He said “You hear what you’re listening for”

The priest went on to expound that that is the reason some people hear God talking to them and some don’t. If you’re poised to listen to His voice, you will hear Him soon as He speaks.

Many times I say that I can’t hear God speak because there’s just too much going on around me. I have a bazillion things to do, I can’t hear Him. Or, I’m not feeling well and this makes it hard to hear God. Or because I’m so annoyed at someone or something, I can only hear my teeth gritting.

But when Omy’s left for a trip, I anticipate his call that will tell me he’s landed safe and sound. So even if I’m at a rally in the streets and there’s too much going on, I’ll hear my ringtone amidst the din. Even if I’m busy or very sick or vexed and gritting my teeth, I’ll hear that ring. I’ll hear it because I’m waiting for it. I’m anticipating it. It’s important that I hear from him, so I’ll hear it.

This anecdote made me see I’m making excuses.
It’s not that I am unable to hear God really. It’s just that I don’t give it that much importance.

As the priest said, If you’re poised to listen to His voice, you will hear Him soon as He speaks.

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