Indelible ink
When I was still in elementary school, I would always look forward to the election season. I treated it like...
Unexpected eulogy
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on April 25, 2006. It was already the wee hours of...
The crusty end of a loaf of bread
My mom would always buy a loaf of bread every weekend. A fresh one, still packed neatly in its plastic...
The silent struggle of the middle
Growing up, I always thought we got by well, better than most. You see, we’re not rich, but I wouldn’t...
When did we lose our humanity?
Like most people, I use social media as a form of escape—scrolling through an endless stream of funny memes and...
Taking mine of you with me
I do not forget. It’s not that I have a capacious memory card installed in my brain, but I just...
Body shame
I used to have an ideal body but it was never mine. Beneath the endless layers of hoodies and sweatshirts...
Growing up ugly
At four years old, I couldn’t determine what was pretty or ugly. Neither was I compelled to. The world was...
What lies between black and white
Black and white, out of all the shades that exist in nature, are obviously the most contrasting. Black is the...
‘Mabisin kan?’
I grew up in an English-speaking household. Although I was and still am fluent in Filipino, my expertise lies in...
