Where Are The Books Celebrating Diversity? #WeNeedDiverseBooks

What kind of stories attract book publishers? Sex and tell-all sell books, or if you are an A-list celebrity, reality show star or involved in some kind of scandal, count on getting some kind of book deal. Why? Because their names, plastered in tabloids and social media, that alone can sell books. What about a normal people with no industry ties or a scandal tied to them, can they sell books? Uh, not!

What about children’s literature?  What sells?  Will a picture book about a cat chasing a ball is string sell more books than a picture book that teaches a child about a different country?  Will the cat book sell more than a book about adoption?

What about a housewife who is not on any reality show, can her manuscript submission warrant a second look? Maybe one or two of them could hit it big, especially if it’s about vampires and warlocks. But what about if the housewife wrote about diversity, race, or being mixed-race? Maybe if she is a celebrity she can get published. But, will she be on the best seller list? Only a handful of books on diversity makes it on the best selling list. Publishers need to make money, and in their eyes, only mainstream books sell. That is why publishers hardly publish books about diversity, and because of that, authors are afraid to write them.

How many best selling books that talk about diversity, race, being mixed-race, disabilities, LGBT, adoption, multiculturalism, and other non-mainstream subjects are there? Recent articles written by CNN Reporter, Ashley Strickland and an article in the NY Times, by Walter Dean Myers  talk about the lack of diversity in literature.

This is my story on the trials and tribulations I experienced in the mainstream publishing world. I wrote “I am Flippish!” while I was fighting breast cancer and going through chemo in 2007. It was St. Patrick’s day and my Filipino-Irish son proudly wore a hat that says “Kiss me, I’m Irish!” A mom told my son that he should take the hat off because he doesn’t look Irish. He was upset and asked me if he was Irish. I replied that he is half Irish and half Filipino – he is Flippish! I was very upset with the mom for saying what she said. After the incident, I looked for children’s books that talk about multicultural families at major book stores and I didn’t find any. Oh, there was a book that came close – about mixed animals. No thanks. It didn’t address the issue directly.   I was disgusted by the lack of children’s books that talks about multicultural families.  I immediately saw a need for a book to explain to children why they don’t look like their parent or parents.  “I am Flippish!” was born — a story written exclusively to explain to my children about their mixed heritage.  Later on, I shared my manuscript to my friends who can relate to my story.

After encouragement from my friends to submit my manuscript to be published because of the growing need for books about multicultural families, I finally did 2009. Little by little, the rejection letters trickled in. Here are some of my favorites:
“Thank you for your submission, the material you sent does not meet our current needs or requirements.”
“We did not feel your manuscript was something we could market at this time.”
“Your manuscript won’t resonate with the mainstream audience.”

I get it, there is no demand for a book that talks about ancestry and multiculturalism.  Message received.  The manuscript stayed in my filing cabinet until 2010.

Five years ago, publishers weren’t ready for a book about mixed race family that talks about why the Filipino-Irish boy doesn’t look like his fair skinned Irish American father. They only saw that it’s only about mixed race families and wouldn’t cater to their mainstream audience. When I asked my son’s teacher Eric, (who is Caucasian) to read my manuscript, he saw beyond what the publishers didn’t see. He saw a book that helps children discover and celebrate their ancestries, and teaches them about diversity, acceptance, and tolerance (his words, not mine). Eric told me that it’s too important of a story to keep to myself and I should take the bull by the horns and self-publish. What? Sacrilege! Self-publish my book? Vanity press? Really? The horror of it. Mainstream publishers scoff that self-published books don’t go beyond friends and family customers. Well, guess what, it was the best decision I ever made. “I am Flippish!” went to press in 2011. Three years later and numerous author visits and press later, I have gone beyond “friends and family.” Thanks to social media, “I am Flippish!” received a wonderful reception from teachers, parents, and children from all over the US, and recently, people in Europe such as the UK (Yes, they are fighting the same battle for more diverse books) have purchased my book.

In the past, the voices demanding more diversity in books, television, cinema, and other arts and media outlets are barely heard — a slight whisper. Now, thanks to social media, the world can come together and make one loud demand — enough to be heard. The companies who have been listening and recently jumped on the diversity wagon are Cheerios Honey Maid Coca-cola Stubhub, Old Navy, Macy’s, Banana Republic, and McDonalds, just to name a few. Television shows such as Modern Family, The Mindy Project, and Scandal are wonderful shows that celebrate diversity. Now, if we can only convince publishers to join in and publish more books celebrating diversity… Thanks to the #WeNeedDiverseBooks campaign, journalists, social media, bloggers, and communities demanding for more books that celebrate diversity, they just might do that.  We hope.

Author Appearance at Jumpstart Spring Literacy Fair: Saturday, March 8, 2014, 10:00 am to 2:00 pm, OC Heritage Museum, Santa Ana, CA

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With fellow authors l to r: Cori Gibb, Dennis Yang, Ron Noble, Ryan Afromsky, Leslie Ryan, Shawn Otomo

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Author Ryan Afromsky, Cat in the Hat, and me

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Address: OC Heritage Museum, Santa Ana, CA

 

The Diversification of Reality TV – Specifically The Bachelor, Season 18 – 2014

This year, I noticed a lot more contestants of mixed heritage.  Maybe I am more in tuned to it because of my Flippish kids and that I am in a mixed marriage?  Nah, I have been married for 14 years and I would have noticed back then if the show had a diverse pool of contestants.  FYI, I have been watching The Bachelor since Season 1.  I don’t know if I should be admitting this, but there you have it.  The cat is out of the bag.  I have been watching 18 seasons of The Bachelor.  It is my guilty pleasure and all you nay sayers can just get over it.

It took lawsuits and complaints against ABC Network that The Bachelor contestants are not very diverse.  I agree.  Throughout the years, a very small amount of African Americans, Asian, and Hispanic were picked for the show.  I was very happy when Puerto Rican American Mary Delgado won the heart of Byron Velvick during Season 6.  Unfortunately that union didn’t last.  After Season 6 I thought there will be a more diverse group of contestants or contestants of mixed heritage.  Or maybe they didn’t stand out or get any air time for me to notice.  And believe me, I notice everything.

Last year, during The Bachelor 2013, we watched Flitalianish (Filipino, Italian, Scottish) Catherine Giudici win the heart of All American Sean Lowe.  I noticed her immediately as soon as she got out of the limo.  I knew she was of mixed heritage.  Her looks or mixed ethnicity weren’t the only things that caught my eye, but her great personality, humor, and positive attitude made me root even harder for her from the beginning.  It was pretty sad she didn’t get much air time.  I guess the ones who creates the biggest drama gets the air time.  She seemed to disappear in the background until later on in the season when Sean finally noticed her.  Finally!  When Sean visited Catherine’s hometown, my kids and I were excited to see that she is part Filipino.  The viewers saw Sean gamely don an apron and learned to cook lumpia.  He seemed to embrace Catherine’s family just like my husband did when he met my family.  Now they are getting married.  I know their kids are going to be multiculturally beautiful.  They will have a lot of great cultures to pull from.

Now we come to Bachelor 2014.  Juan Pablo claims to be the first Latino (he is from Venezuela) Bachelor, but complaints have been made that he doesn’t look it because of his fair coloring.  OMG, no matter what, people will still complain that he is too white, too dark, too ethnic, too non-ethnic.  Blah, blah, blah.  My former nanny is from Peru and she has blonde hair and green eyes and considers herself a Latina.  Just like the USA, Latin America comprises of immigrants of European, Asian, and African ancestries.  Former president of Peru Alberto Fujimori (1990-2000) was of Japanese ancestry.  I rest my case.

On to the contestants:

Back to the list of multicultural women that diversify the contestant pool.  They include 1 African American, 1 Latina from Brazil, no Asians, and 5 are of mixed heritage.   I have linked their names to The Bachelor website so you can check out their bio.

Ashley was born in Hawaii and moved to Texas.  She looks mixed doesn’t she?

Clare tells us she is part Mexican.  I was shocked.  Who would have thunk?  She may not look it because she got more of her father’s European complexion.  Just like in my kids, people are shocked to find out they are half Irish.

Chantel is the only African American on the show (aka ABC is being PC).  Need I say more?

Danielle is a stunning woman of mixed heritage.  She reminds me of a writer friend who calls herself Afro-Viking.  I won’t hold it against her that she dislikes my favorite food in the world – sushi.

Lucy the cute free spirit claims she is part Latina – hence her last name Aragon.  She is a little too free spirit for my taste, but as long as it makes her happy, who am I to judge?

Victoria hails from Brazil.  By the looks of tonight’s preview she seems to be a bit of a mess.  I will refrain from commenting further.

Finally, my favorite — but not everyone’s favorite…

Sharleen the reserved opera singer from Canada has a wonderfully mixed heritage.  Her mom is Chinese and her dad is a mix of Irish, French, English, and Aboriginal.  Thus her beautifully exotic look that captivated Juan Pablo.  She is very classy and very reserved.  Frankly, I don’t know why she signed up for a show like The Bachelor?  However, I give her props for the gumption to do something so different from opera.  She got flack for being standoffish and not screaming with joy when Juan Pablo gave her the first impression rose.  Viewers, its called class.

There you go, folks.  Out of 27 contestants, we have 7 women to diversify The Bachelor, Season 18.  Wow!  Maybe I have missed some?  If so, please let me know.  During Sean Lowe’s season there were 6 people of color.  That is more than Season 16 (Ben Flajnik) who had zero.  I am tempted to go through each season to see how many women of color were picked to diversify the pool of contestants, but rather not waste my time counting.  I might get disappointed.  So, Bachelor producers, you are heading in the right direction.  It’s a great start but 7 women out of 27?  You can do better than that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The World As A Village That Has The Bayanihan Spirit

When I was a child in the Philippines, I briefly learned about the Bayanihan Spirit. This is what I learned:

In the olden days, houses in the rural areas of the Philippines were made of bamboo and palm fronds. They were light and portable. Therefore, when a family had to move their homes to a different location, the whole village would get together to help the family move. The strong men put the house on their shoulders and together they moved it to the desired location. The movers had musicians walk along with them, strumming their guitars singing traditional folk songs. The other men and women helped carry belongings and some of the women cooked up a feast at their new location. After the men secure the house, everybody had a party.

Over the years, I have forgotten all about it until recently. I saw the devastation Typhoon Haiyan caused in the Philippines. I read all about horrors these poor people experienced. I shared with millions of people around the world the same sick and helpless feeling as photos and videos of the devastations and anarchy that followed slowly emerged for us to see. Then, we start reading and watching heroes who risked their lives to save their fellow man, simple humanity unexpected in a place that is in hellish chaos that the natural order of things were survival of the fittest and every man for himself.  As logistically possible, we slowly watch the world quickly come to their aid.

In my neck of the woods, I too wanted to help. As soon as I ironed out the logistics on how to get the donations to the survivors, I reached out to my friends. The majority of them are not Filipino. In the last two weeks, they filled up my van with diapers, formula, food, clothing, medicine, etc. I was touched by their generosity and humanity. My email asking for donations was forwarded to other generous moms who chastised me for not including them in the email. Even my children’s pediatrician, whom I took a chance to ask for some formula, reached out to another office and between the two practices, donated over 200 cans of formula. These generous donors thanked me, but it is I who needs to thank them for their generosity. Without them, I had nothing to deliver, and without them, there wouldn’t be anything to airfreight to the Philippines.  Every little bit counts toward the greater good.

I know that people around the world are doing the same thing. Young and old, rich and poor, people gave what they could afford. Stories about some street urchins in Manila who knew of a woman who was putting together relief boxes for the survivors, scraped together what they very little they owned, knocked on her door, and handed their donations. Countries such as USA, Japan, Israel, and UK were in ground zero as fast as they could get there.  Countries and corporations donated millions and dispatched their own people — as large as a whole battalion to a crew of 2, they came to aid a country crippled with devastation. It was the most touching sight to see.

Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton wrote a book “It takes a Village And Other Lessons Children Teach Us” when she was First Lady. I always liked the phrase “It takes a village”. The concept rings true on the impact of individuals and groups outside the family have on the well being of children.

In 2006, I battled breast cancer, and my community helped me get through the ordeal. My girlfriends all came together and helped with carpool, meals, kept me company during chemo, etc. That was when the phrase “It takes a village” really meant something.  My village got me through my illness.

Fast forward to November 2013. After I saw the world come together to help out the survivors of the typhoon, I just realized that the phrases “It takes a village” and “the Bayanihan Spirit” have the same meaning. We don’t have to be children to be raised by a village, nor we don’t have to be Filipino to have the Bayanihan Spirit. The phrases ring true towards any community that comes together to help a cause. Therefore, I would like to say, thank you world, for having the Bayanihan Spirit. Thank you world for being a wonderful village that has made a great and positive impact on helping out my people. Thank you!  Thank you!

In Honor of the Victims and Survivors of Typhoon Yolanda

I couldn’t help but cry after seeing the devastation in the Philippines. My heart shattered as I read each tragic story of families of the survivors finding the bodies of their loved ones, many of them had their arms tightly embracing the bodies of their children as if hoping their own bodies will protect them from the flood water and debris. Winds and current so strong they ripped children from the clutches of their parents. Heartbreaking stories of families having to abandon dying family members so they could save the ones that are still alive. Or stories of helplessly watching their loved ones slowly die from injuries sustained from the storm. Thousands of stories of survival and death… too many to fathom.

The aftermath is another nightmare, especially for the survivors. The hunger, thirst, and lack of medical supplies and facilities added another dimension to their tragedy. Not to mention the rampant looting and crime – the by product of the basic human instinct to survive. In cities and towns with no government or police, residents claim they are living in a state of “anarchy.” Help cannot come fast enough for those living in this nightmare.

It will take years to get over the devastation of this magnitude. The survivors will have to rebuild their lives with or without their loved ones. How can they go on with their lives?

I am very blessed and fortunate that my family and friends survived the storm. My heart goes out to the others here in the US whose families did not.

One thing I know is the strength and resilience of the Filipino people — my people. Filipinos fought and survived the suppression and tyranny of cruel colonizers of yesteryears. They came together as a community after every natural disaster, and political upheaval. That is where the strength in spirit of the Filipino people came from. I am confident the Philippines will get through this.

Please take a moment of silence and say a prayer for my people.

CNN has a list of ways to help the survivors.

Click Here For Ways You Can Help!

Reading and Book Signing in Virginia! December 7-8, 2013, 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. – Sweet City Desserts, Vienna VA

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I am so excited to bring “I am Flippish!” to Virginia!  Sweet City Desserts is hosting my reading and signing for both days.  Thank you to my cousin Manuel Tagle and Mitzi Pickard for inviting me and organizing this event. 20% of the sales proceeds will go to Caritas Manila Foundation to help the victims of Typhoon Haiyan and the earthquake in the Philippines.

There is nothing like having a personally signed book to give to kids for the Holidays.  So get some of your Holiday shopping done, and preorder your personally signed copies of “I am Flippish!”  Please email me at LeslieVRyan@gmail.com to reserve your copies.

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The Filipino American International Book Festival

Last Thursday, I left for San Francisco to attend The Filipino American International Book Festival held that weekend.  The owner of Philippine Expressions, Linda Nietes invited me to participate in this wonderful event.  Thank you Tita Linda for including me this weekend.

On Friday morning, I stopped by the Tauber Holocaust Library to see if I could find any more information about the Holocaust in Rome during World War II.

 

It was humbling to be surrounded by millions of stories about the Holocaust.

It was humbling to be surrounded by millions of stories about the Holocaust.

That evening was the author’s reception at the Philippine Consulate.  I met some amazing artists and listened to romantic Filipino ballads and poetry.  Listening to the ballads or Harana reminded me of the old Filipino black and white movies that I used to love to watch as a kid.  Harana is an old Filipino courtship tradition of serenading women. It is mostly practiced in rural areas and small towns.  The man, usually accompanied by his close friends, goes to the house of the woman he is courting and plays music and sings love songs to her.  The part I love the most is when the woman looks out the window with a big smile on her face — reminiscent of the Romeo and Juliet balcony scene.  However, in some movies if the woman is angry at the man, she would throw cold water out the window.

Singing "Harana" songs.

Singing “Harana” songs.

Here are other pictures taken at the Authors reception:

With award winning author Cecilia Brainard

With award winning author Cecilia Brainard

Marivi Blanco, Leslie Ryan, Albert Mortiz, Deputy Consul Gen Jaime Ramon Ascalon, Giovanni Ortega, Linda Nietes, Evelina Galang, Cecilia Brainard, Luisa Igloria

Saturday and Sunday, October 19 & 20, 2013 – Filipino American International Book Festival at the San Francisco Public Library

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Giovanni Ortega and Alleluia Panis perform a Baybayan. I’m so glad I was able to capture their beautiful performance.

With author Adam Cafage and artist/illustrator Marconi Calendas.

With author Adam Cafage and artist/illustrator Marconi Calendas.

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Will The Real Mrs. Ryan, Please Stand Up?

 

What’s in a name?  When you hear the name Leslie Ryan, how do you envision what she looks like?  Close your eyes and try to say the name out loud.  What do you see? You see a typical Irish lass, am I  correct?   Or when you hear the names Deborah Yamamoto or Lydia Bolts, what do you see? Would you think one is Asian and the other Caucasian?

Well, my friend Deborah Yamamoto is a fair skinned, red head of Scottish ancestry.  She married a Japanese American named Andy Yamamoto.  She told me that she always gets a look of surprise from people when they meet her for the first time.

What about my husband’s aunt, Lydia Bolts?  She is a petite woman with dark olive skin and black hair, whose family immigrated from El Salvador.  She told me that it wasn’t easy for her in the 1960’s when they got married.  They thought she was the nanny or the housekeeper, and couldn’t be married to my uncle who is Caucasian.  She has many stories to tell.  (Stay tuned for my next blog.)

Leslie Ryan doesn’t have blonde hair or blue eyes nor white skin.  She is a short Filipino American with tanned skin, brown eyes, and black hair – she is me.  I married a blonde haired, blue eyed handsome Irish American, took his last name and became Leslie Ryan.  It has been 13 years since we were married, and we still experience misconceptions and stereotyping based on my name.

If you tell me that when you hear those names I mentioned above you immediately thought Leslie Ryan is Filipina, Cindy Yamamoto is Caucasian, and Lydia Bolts is Hispanic, then you must be lying.  Thirteen years since I changed my last name to Ryan,  I have experienced several misconception on what a Mrs. Ryan should look like.  Here are my top five moments:

5.  Ten years ago, we moved into our home in a neighborhood that wasn’t very diverse. A salesman knocked on my door, and when I opened it, he asked to talk to the lady of the house.  I turned around and yelled “Hey, is the lady of the house in?”  Then I turned back to the guy, and I sweetly replied, “That would be me!” Then I closed the door in his face.  I guess I didn’t look like a homeowner.

4.   My husband and I were in the process of interviewing landscape contractors.  One morning, we had an appointment with the contractor, but  I had to drop off our kids to school and pick up my nanny.  When we got home, my nanny went into the front door first, and I was right behind her.  We were both in the entryway  when I saw that the two male contractors stood up and walked over to greet her and shake her hand.  My husband said, “That’s not my wife.  That’s our nanny.” Whoops! Their red complexions weren’t from working outside all day.  I took the high road and greeted them nicely. I think the guys tried to make up for their faux pas because they answered every question and concerns I had.  Sometimes when it comes to construction talk men usually would look and address their answers to their fellow men even if the questions posed came from a woman.  These guys knew how to get the contract because they looked at me and addressed me with their answers.  I think they knew that even if my husband liked them, I got the last word on whether or not they got the contract.  They had a lot of making up to do after the faux pas. They turned out to be the best contractors we ever hired.   They have always been respectful and went above and beyond to accomplish all my requests.

3.   Twelve years ago, I was on a flight home from Chicago.  I was almost six months pregnant, large as a house, uncomfortable, and dreading the six hour flight home.  With that in mind, my husband bought me a business class seat on United Airlines so that I was comfortable during the flight home.  After I sat down and put my seatbelt on, the flight attendant came over to me, huffed, and asked me in an accusatory tone “Where is Mrs. Ryan?”   By the tone of his voice, he probably thought I was from coach, snuck into Business Class and stole a seat.  If he asked me for my ticket and driver’s license, I probably would have lost my temper.  I politely replied that I was Mrs. Ryan, and the look on the flight attendant’s face was of surprise.  The only thing he said was, “Ohhhh…”  finally understanding how this short, dark, and pregnant woman could be named “Mrs. Ryan.”  He then turned around and marched back into the galley.  He was nicer afterwards.  Or maybe because he looked at my husband’s airline mileage plus status and saw that it was Platinum?   I couldn’t imagine how it was forty to fifty years ago when mixed marriages weren’t as prevalent.

2.   Recently, I had several really large and heavy pots delivered, and when I opened the garage door to let the guy bring the pots in, he asked me where Mr. Ryan was and if I worked for him.  Seriously?  I was even dressed up that day.  I was so annoyed, I made the poor guy move the heavy pots a couple of times.  Then I felt bad and offered him some water.

1.   This is the most recent and most ludicrous incident.  I schedule a one on one tutorial at an Apple store, and when I arrived, I was seated with three other women who were Caucasian. The Apple tutor I was assigned to went to the first woman and asked if she was Leslie Ryan.  She shook her head.  I raised my hand and said, “I’m Leslie Ryan.”  The guy ignored me and went to the second woman and asked if she was Leslie Ryan.  Second woman said, “No.”  He then went over to the third woman, who already shook her head before he asked her.  I was the only one left at the table, and he finally looked at me.  I gave him a look that says I’m the person he was looking for.  I couldn’t resist and asked him, “What, I don’t look like a Leslie Ryan?”  Awkward, right? The rest of the hour was a little disconcerting, to say the least.  Even though this incident happened an hour ago, I still left the store shaking my head in disbelief.

Some of the above incidents happened twelve years ago to just recently.  One would think there would have been progress where people no longer assume what a person looks like based on their name.

What about multiracial children?  My son’s name for example is Sean Patrick Ryan, but he looks more like me.  My husband and I thought it would be cool to give him a full Irish name.  Did we make a mistake by doing that?  Should we have included a Filipino name and hope that they would see he is half?  What is he going to experience when he grows up?  How will he handle situations of misperception and stereotyping?  I can only hope and pray that he doesn’t resent us for giving him that name.  So far, he hasn’t experienced any of this.

How do I teach my children to deal with misperception and stereotyping?  My husband and I discussed this matter, and we decided that the first thing is to make sure our kids have a strong sense of who they are.  As long as they are confident about themselves, nothing can break them.  Incidents like I have experienced will just roll off their backs and afterwards, they can laugh about how ignorant people can be.  The next is to lead by example.  If I get angry and throw a fit over every incident I have experienced, then that is exactly what they will do.  I usually say something funny or use humor.  It diffuses an awkward situation and makes the other party feel dumb.  However, if the situation is not based on ignorance but malice, then I will fight and stand up for what is right.  I pick my battles.  Hopefully my children will learn this as they grow up. I feel that I can’t protect my children forever.  Neither can I control what other people say and do.  All I can do is teach my children to be confident about themselves and try to lead by example.

Our country is the most diverse than it has ever been.   Mixed marriages are prevalent worldwide.  More schools celebrate and teach multiculturalism and diversity.  Parents seek to raise global children.  Traditional and social media often talks about multiculturalism and diversity.  Movies, television shows, and commercials are incorporating multicultural families to get with the times.  At some point in this century, issues like this will be a thing of the past.  One can only hope…

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“I am Flippish!” is coming to San Francisco! – Filipino American International Book Festival, October 19-20, 2013, San Francisco Public Library, Main Branch – San Francisco, CA

“I am Flippish!” is coming to San Francisco!

Filipino American authors and artists have come together to share their stories at the second Filipino American International Book Festival.  Hosted by PAWA, a Northern CA based 501(c)(3) nonprofit arts organization and independent publisher of Filipino American lit.  PAWA’s main goal is to create and encourage literature and arts for the preservation and enrichment of Filipino and Filipino American historical, cultural and spiritual values.

I am honored to be invited by Mrs. Linda Nietes of the Philippine Expressions Bookshop to participate in this wonderful event.  Come to this free event and get your signed copies of “I am Flippish!” and other wonderful books written by my fellow Filipino American authors.  You can find our books at the Philippine Expressions Bookshop’s booth.

This event will be held:

San Francisco Public Library, Main Branch
100 Larkin Street, San Francisco, CA 94102

My assigned schedule at the event is as follows:

Saturday, October 19, 2013

12:30 – 1:30 Fisher’s Children’s Center, 2nd Floor – Reading “I am Flippish!”

2:00 – 3:00 Book signing at Philippine Expressions Bookshop’s table – Table A

Sunday, October 20, 2013

1:00 – 2:00 Book signing at Philippine Expressions Bookshop’s table – Table A

Click Here For More Information About The Filipino American International Book Festival

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Wilmington Children’s Book Festival, Booth #35, Saturday, October 5, 2013, 10:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. – Banning Residence Museum, Wilmington, CA

I had a wonderful time at the event.  Lots of enthusiastic children sharing their love for books.

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This was my second year participating in this fun event. Thank you very much United Way, Tesoro, Valero, and other generous sponsors for making this event possible.

Click here for more information about this fun event

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