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Generational stories, those between parents and children, tech, nostalgia
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I met my mother too late
I think I met my mother too late. Not in the literal sense. I’ve known her my whole life. I…
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Bread of salt
When sugar and protein react and the Maillard reaction takes over in the magical melding of flavors, once sticky beige…
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My mother, who takes care of others’ homes
Who decides which hands are worthy of praise, and which ones are meant to be invisible? In every household, some…
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He’s not my ‘Lolo’
I grew up answering these calls: “Bb, how does this WiFi work?” “Bb, how do you edit a picture in…
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PRAYing it forward
I am starting to like prayers. During one Sunday service in January, a lack of cellular signal deprived me of…
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Penance of resting
The text from my mother pops up above all the other notifications: “Uuwi ka ba sa Mahal na Araw? (Are…
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When prayers meet
Lola Lily and Lola Pong were not just “mag-balae” (in-laws). They were soulmates. They met late in their lives after…
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The unseen child
“Healing my inner child” is a phrase that floats casually on the internet, wrapped in aesthetics and soft music. But…
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The circle of Samsaragi
When a dog dies, grief lingers quietly. It’s in the silence where paws once tapped, in the corners where a…
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