My Lola, the ‘plantita’
Living right along the bustling street that welcomed people to our barrio, I have long since accepted my fate that...
Stage mother?
Yes, my mother is a stage mother. That's how her friends call her.
Envy is a double-edged razor
I am a deeply jealous person. I realized this when my mom told me a story of how I reacted...
’La, the owl will not cry yet
Sometimes, I wonder how you lived through the years with that skin—paper thin, hugging your bones like your thin leather...
Blocktech and memories
Today, I part ways with my Blocktech parka—the only one of its kind that I was able to purchase without...
Daddy (non)issues
I have no dad. LeBron James, Kevin Durant and Jayson Tatum had no fathers and they’re NBA superstars. I’m no...
Why ‘adobong pusit’ makes me cry
Adobong pusit always had a particular place in my heart. To be clear, it’s not my favorite food or seafood dish. Sure,...
Where’s Lolo?
I must have been 6 or 7 years old when I started really noticing some things happening around me.
The inevitable aging of my mother
My birthday is fast approaching, but I wish I had the power to stop time—it’s not that I don’t want...
She now lives in a castle
It is as though the sun no longer shines as bright since my sister, my Manang, passed away a year...
