Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family:
Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
— Jane Howard
My favorite photo of Mom and Dad. Circa 1977.
Taken during one of our Baguio summers. Circa 1987.
Inka was part of our family for 13 years. She was loyal to all of us and is truly missed.
Once upon a time, I had weekend parents who helped me transition into living on my own. This was taken during a lazy Sunday afternoon and jammies were required.
My favorite photo of Mike and his only nephew, Kieran. He was extremely content being pulled around on that bike and Uncle Mike was happy to oblige. This was taken during a visit to Lama Island, Hong Kong.
This still remains to be my favorite photo of my nephew, Vito. This was taken when 8 years old. He is now 13. Taken at a friend's house in California.
Over 2 decades of friendship. We were meant to be family. Lombard Street, SF, California.
If you knew my sister, this would make you fall off your seat. Taken during a family trip to Calatagan. This turned out to be one for the books.