No stranger to distance
The sound of airplanes, the LED screen showing departure and arrival times, the way to the airport—I am very familiar...
Season to taste
When I was 9 years old, I tasted something new. I was visiting the Philippines with my father. Red-hot charcoal...
The anatomy of loneliness
Recently, on a Facebook group, someone posted asking what the loneliest moment in our life was and I got to...
Getting lost, growing up
People say that to be found you must first experience the bliss of getting lost. I never understood why people...
Anatomy of conversations
Conversations form the very fibers that weave together our experiences, relationships, and innermost thoughts. They possess an anatomy uniquely their...
A world of colors
The colors of my childhood were green and blue, with more than just a sprinkling of yellow, red, orange and...
It is what it is
On July 10, I left the ever-chaotic, traffic-stricken Manila for a two-week trip to Malaysia and Vietnam. Days before the...
Location and depression
Moving out to live on your own is a rite of passage that many college students go through, but who...
The face of war
I have read of the time when the Greeks hid inside Odysseus’ horse to be able to enter the mighty...
‘Raining in Manila’
Growing up in a farming-dependent household, I witnessed my older siblings leaving the nest and returning home only to leave...
