I don’t want to handle geriatric patients
In my third year of pursuing a physical therapy degree, our curriculum introduces a deeply challenging yet essential segment within...
Maybe death is not so bad
I think about my own death a lot. I’m probably too young to be thinking about it, but I do....
Living life in a duffel bag
If you ask me to pack my entire life in a duffel bag, I could probably do it in less...
What I dread about term breaks
There is a certain type of quiet that settles over a state university when the end of the academic calendar...
I never loved ‘Wildflower’
We often compare women to flowers, a metaphor that says more about cultural expectations than actual people. Perhaps that is...
‘Pugon’
Perhaps one of the most ironic things I always heard from my mama when I was a child was, “Huwag...
The richness in that color
There was a joke I often heard on television and amongst my elementary school peers: “Siguro nakulangan ka ng gatas...
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...
Bread of salt
When sugar and protein react and the Maillard reaction takes over in the magical melding of flavors, once sticky beige...
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...
