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Sunday, January 19, 2014

200 Words: Poems With Dad


By Mona Sabalones Gonzalez

When I was a little girl, every night Dad liked to sit on the balcony of our home in Greenhills in his lounge chair, and I usually sat beside him on a stool. At that time, He knew that I was writing poetry and my teachers thought I wrote rather well. So, he told me to write a poem about the moon.

I said, “Dad, why don’t you try to write a poem about the moon?”

Dad paused, then in that big, booming voice that masqueraded seriousness,  and hid well his uncertainty and urge to laugh, paused, stretched his hand in the direction of the moon and replied,

Saturday, January 18, 2014

200 Words: It’s the Small Rituals


By Mona Sabalones Gonzalez

At the end of the day, people will most remember the small rituals.

Not the trips abroad, expensive shopping and plush restaurants. Remember the billionaire husband who berated his beautiful, famous wife to tears in a fancy restaurant? Didn’t Princess Diana die in a Mercedes Benz beside the son of a billionaire? These are not rituals.

Friday, January 17, 2014

200 Words: I Put My Medicines in His Pancake


By Mona Sabalones Gonzalez

He likes to visit without making appointments, and he complains all afternoon. He talks about how he is smarter than anybody, discourses on political issues and growls and shouts if you disagree with him. He drinks your beer and he smokes your cigarettes, even if you know very well that his are in his pocket. My husband and I don’t mind. We don’t smoke or drink, but we keep a stock for him.

Thursday, January 16, 2014


200 Words: Feelings Can Deceive

By Mona Sabalones Gonzalez

Feelings are often deceiving. For example, I often go to bed at night feeling either completely unproductive, or totally so.  However, tonight I mapped out my day, and here’s what I accomplished:

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