Thursday, March 26, 2026

A Tribute To Macrine- Today Would Have Been Her 90th Birthday

Today,  March 26, would have been Macrine's 90th birthday. This posting I am dedicating to her.   

Filipinos are everywhere. For me, that truth is not just a headline about migration 

statistics. it is written in my own journey from the Philippines to the United States,

 and in the life of my late wife, Macrine, whose nursing career became both a 

personal calling and part of a global Filipino story.

Growing Up Filipino, Becoming Part of the Diaspora

I was born in the Philippines, in a culture where family, education, and hard work 

were the pillars that held everything together. From an early age, I saw relatives 

and neighbors leave for distant countries, some to the U.S., others to the Middle East,

 Canada, or Europe, chasing opportunities that were scarce back home. Each goodbye 

at the airport felt like a small fracture in the community, but we all understood 

the reason: they were leaving to lift their families out of hardship, to pay for tuition, 

to build a simple house, to support parents growing old.

Eventually, I joined that stream of Filipinos who packed their lives into suitcases 

and started over in a foreign land. Like so many others, I carried with me not just 

documents and clothes, but memories: the smell of home-cooked food, the sound

 of Tagalog jokes, the comfort of knowing that wherever we go, we bring a piece

 of the Philippines with us. In the United States, I learned what it meant to be an 

immigrant, to work harder than most, to navigate subtle and not-so-subtle racism, 

and to constantly prove that I belonged in spaces that were not designed for

people who looked or sounded like me.

Yet even in those struggles, I was never alone. Filipinos were in the hospitals,

 in the Navy, in home health, in restaurants, in IT, quietly forming a backbone 

of labor and care. We were “everywhere,” but often invisible.

Macrine’s Late-Blooming Journey into Nursing

My late wife, Macrine Nieva Jambalos Katague, did not start her career the way

 typical nursing success stories are told. For years, her vocation was motherhood. 

She devoted herself to raising our four children, putting their needs before her 

own ambitions. Many would have said she had already fulfilled her life’s mission.

But at the age of 40-an age when some people start thinking about slowing down

Macrine made a bold decision: She pursued nursing in the United States. Her 

childhood dream was always to be a nurse. While juggling family responsibilities, 

she went back to school, embraced long study hours, and  persisted through exams

 and clinical rotations. She refused to accept the idea that dreams have an expiration date.

Her first nursing job was in hospital nursing, where she learned the rhythm of shifts,

 the fast pace of acute care, and the emotional toll of seeing suffering and loss close-up. 

In those hospital corridors, she joined a quiet army of Filipino nurses who kept 

American health care running, often without recognition, but always with deep

 compassion.

From Hospital Floors to Home Health and Leadership

As her career evolved, Macrine transitioned to home health as a visiting nurse. 

This phase of her journey reflected something profoundly Filipino: the instinct to

 care not just for a diagnosis, but for the whole person and the family around them. 

She entered patients’ homes, sat at their kitchen tables, reassured anxious spouses,

 listened to worried children, and helped navigate the maze of medications and

 follow-up visits.

Home health nursing is intimate work. It requires clinical expertise, but also cultural 

sensitivity, patience, and the ability to meet people where they are-in small 

apartments, suburban homes, or senior communities. Macrine brought all of that 

with her. She was not just a nurse with a bag of supplies; she was a calm presence

 walking into someone’s hardest days.

Her final professional chapter took her away from bedside and home visits and 

placed her behind a desk, as head of Quality Assurance for a home health organization

 in Maryland. There, she used her experience to improve systems, documentation,

 and standards of care. It was a different kind of nursing, less visible to patients, 

but crucial to the safety and quality of the services they received. In that role, 

she embodied another truth about the Filipino diaspora: we are not only 

hands-on workers; we are also leaders, administrators, and decision-makers 

shaping institutions from the inside.

One Family, Reflecting Millions of Filipino Stories

When I read that there are millions of people of Filipino ancestry in the United States, 

and millions more scattered around the world, I don’t just see numbers. I see faces 

that look like mine and like Macrine’s-faces of people who took risks, endured

 separations, worked night shifts, and swallowed homesickness to build better 

lives for their families.

Our family’s story-an immigrant husband from the Philippines, a wife who became 

a nurse at 40 after raising four children, a career that moved from hospital floors to

 home visits to quality leadership, is just one thread in a vast tapestry. But it mirrors 

the broader Filipino diaspora in many ways:

  • Leaving home out of both necessity and hope.

  • Reinventing careers in midlife, proving that age is not a barrier to new beginnings.

  • Serving in health care and caregiving roles that keep systems functioning and families

     intact.

  • Climbing from entry-level positions to roles of responsibility and leadership.

Filipinos in New Zealand are now sending members of Parliament to represent them. 

Filipinos in the U.S. are professors, tech professionals, judges, local officials, and

 community organizers. Around the world, you will find Filipino caregivers in European

 homes, engineers in the Middle East, seafarers on international ships, and nurses 

like Macrine in hospitals and home health agencies.

Our family’s American journey sits inside that global story. The remittances sent back 

home, the degrees earned late in life, the overtime shifts, the multi-generational homes, 

the blending of Filipino and local cultures, these are the details that transform 

abstract migration statistics into living, breathing lives.

A Personal Reflection on Legacy

When I think about the phrase “Filipinos are everywhere,” I no longer hear it as a cliché. 

I hear it as a quiet tribute to people like my wife: a woman who started nursing in midlife,

 walked into countless homes as a visiting nurse, and ended her career protecting 

quality of care for patients she would never meet face-to-face.

Her legacy lives on in the patients she helped, in the colleagues she mentored, 

in the systems she improved, and in our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren

 who now carry  both her Filipino roots and her American story. Our path, from the 

Philippines to the U.S.,  from young parents to seasoned professionals, from anonymity 

to quiet influence is one small reflection of a much larger narrative.

The global Filipino diaspora is not just about where Filipinos have gone, it is about 

what they have given. In my family, that gift took the form of a nurse named Macrine, 

who turned love, sacrifice, and hard work into a lifetime of service. And in telling her

 story, I see more clearly how one family’s journey can stand for millions of others, 

scattered across the world yet forever connected to the same islands we still call home.

Related Previous Blog: 

https://chateaudumer.blogspot.com/2025/05/my-spouse-macrine-j-katague-and-dodies.html

Meanwhile, A Water Color AI Copy of the Photo Above:

Our 55th Wedding Anniversary and the Animated short video below:  

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Wednesday, March 25, 2026

The Discipline of Daily Words

A Comment from one of My Blog Readers inspired me to write this posting

"David - Just to once again thank you for the depth of information you offer each day. I wonder if people understand how much effort it takes on your part to create this daily blog. While I have not experienced the joy of senior residence services to the extent that you have, I always appreciate the efforts of the staff to make us feel comfortable - and extremely well fed" P.P.  

The Discipline of Daily Words: When the Well Runs Dry and Then Overflows Again

Since 2009, I have lived a life measured not just in days, but in posts.

Some people mark time by holidays, birthdays, or the changing of the seasons. I mark mine by the quiet, persistent rhythm of daily blogging, sometimes once a day, sometimes twice, always with the same unspoken challenge: Can I say something today that is worth someone else’s time?

Let me tell you, it is not easy.

There are mornings when the mind feels like a well that has been drawn from too often. You lower the bucket, expecting something, an idea, a spark, even a half-formed thought and up it comes…empty. On those days, the blinking cursor feels less like an invitation and more like an interrogation.

What more is there to say?

After all, I have written about life, food, history, war, aging, medicine, television, jazz, family, and the quiet observations of everyday living. I have revisited my childhood, reflected on my career, and wandered through the many rooms of memory. And still, each day asks the same question: What now?

Relevance is another demanding companion. It is not enough to simply write. The writing must matter at least to someone. The challenge is to find that delicate balance between the personal and the universal. Too personal, and it risks becoming a private diary. Too general, and it fades into the background noise of the world.

And then there is the ever-present fear of being…boring.

No writer wants to imagine a reader clicking away halfway through a post, or worse, not clicking at all. That thought alone can freeze the fingers before they even touch the keyboard. Yet, despite all this, I keep writing.  Why?

Because every so often, something remarkable happens.

A comment appears.

A reader, perhaps halfway across the world, takes a moment to say, “I enjoyed this,” or “This reminded me of my own life,” or simply, “Thank you.” And just like that, the well is no longer empty. It is overflowing.

Those few words often brief, sometimes profound carry more weight than they might seem. They remind me that writing is not a solitary act. It is a conversation, one that stretches across time zones, cultures, and experiences. It tells me that somewhere out there, a thought I had in the quiet of my room found a home in someone else’s mind.

And with that realization, something shifts.

The fatigue lifts. The doubt softens. The ideas return not forced, but flowing. One post leads to another. What began as effort becomes momentum. What felt like obligation becomes joy again.

I have come to understand that inspiration is not always something you wait for. Sometimes, it is something your readers give back to you.

After all these years thousands of posts later, I have learned that writing daily is less about having something brilliant to say every time, and more about showing up. It is about trusting that even on the quiet days, when the words seem reluctant, something meaningful can still emerge.

And if not today, then perhaps tomorrow. But more often than not, just when I think I have nothing left to say, a reader’s voice reminds me otherwise. 

And so, I write on.


Meanwhile, here's the AI Overview
The discipline of daily writing is a practice that sustains a creator through inevitable dry spells, allowing them to eventually move from exhaustion to an overflow of creativity. When the well runs dry, it is often characterized by flagging creativity, mental paralysis, and a desire to imitate rather than innovate
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Here is a guide to navigating the cycle of a dry well and returning to an overflowing one:
1. Recognizing the Dry Well (The "Funk")
  • Symptoms: Daily tasks become arduous, decisions paralyze you, and creative tasks turn into a drain.
  • The Misconception: Believing that you must always be at peak capacity. No well is full to the brim at all times; dryness is a normal, albeit serious, part of the creative cycle.
  • The Trap: Attempting to force creativity from an empty place leads to frustration and imitation.
2. The Discipline: What to Do When the Well is Dry
  • Write Anyway (Badly): The biggest difference between a professional and an amateur is that the professional writes through the block. Give yourself permission to write "shitty drafts," knowing that editing can fix poor words, but not a blank page.
  • The 10-Minute Rule: Set a timer for 10–15 minutes and freewrite without stopping, ignoring grammar or sense. This tricks the brain into moving.
  • Change Your Routine: If your routine isn't working, break it. Switch from typing to pen-and-paper, or change your environment to a cafe or park.
  • Dig Deeper (Study): Instead of trying to create, consume. Dive into research, read intense non-fiction, or study difficult passages to find new angles for your own work.
3. How to Refill the Well (The Overflow)
  • Rest is Not Laziness: If your "cup" is empty, it cannot pour. Rest and relaxation are part of the creative process.
  • Change of Scenery: Sometimes, you must stop, shut down the laptop, and go experience life to find new inspiration.
  • Input Before Output: To create an overflow, you must carry something inside. Fill your well with reading, prayer, observing the ordinary, or engaging in hobbies.
  • Write from the Overflow: Once you are filled again, your writing will naturally flow as life-giving water, rather than forced effort.
4. Cultivating Sustainable Discipline
  • Consistency over Intensity: 5–10 minutes daily is better than a 5-hour session once a month.
  • The 66-Day Rule: It takes roughly 66 days for a new behavior to become a habit, so the first two months are the hardest.
  • Keep a "Swipe File": Carry a notebook to capture ideas as they come. Often, the dry spell happens because we fail to capture ideas when the well was full.
When the well is dry, the ultimate discipline is not just to produce words, but to take care of the writer, trust the process, and wait for the overflow.

Finally, My Food For Thought for Today:

Blogging Daily is hard because of the grind required to stay interesting and relevant.
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