Fighting for more
I had resigned myself to staying in Nueva Vizcaya after taking the University of the Philippines College Admission Test (Upcat)...
Something to live for
Probably the last normal, ordinary thing I remember is celebrating my son’s first birthday last Feb. 28. Everyone that mattered...
The Filipino dream
“Blackbird” has been on repeat for a few days now. It’s been nine months since the government put the nation...
What’s there to fear?
Dear Nanay, Today you turn 53. I really wish you were here to celebrate it.
The glory of a byline
Bylines validate my existence. As a journalist, seeing my name flash on TV screens every Sunday night refreshes my exhausted...
A French manicure
WHEN PEOPLE LEARN THAT I’M AN ACTIVIST, THEY automatically look at my nails. No matter how much they try, it...
Writing and hustling in a pandemic
I recently resigned from my office job to work full-time as an SEO content writer who writes about bathroom renovations...
Defending murderers
“Why do you think,” my criminal procedure professor once asked our class, “that even Mayor Sanchez must be afforded his...
Labeling
LABELS, LABELS, LABELS. LIFE IS FULL OF LABELS.
The promised land is within our grasp
SOME PEOPLE think young Moros do not care about what’s happening around them. They assume that young Moros are so...
