Am-ma
When I was a child, Am-ma held my hand and took me places.
The only daughter, never a princess
You must be a princess at home! They say I must be used to getting everything I want—spoiled and over-protected....
Renaissance woman
I do not know how to bond with my mother. Truth be told, I struggle to reconcile my enthusiasm with...
Lolo’s souvenirs
They keep asking me what triggered it because I was with him when it finally caught up with him.
Home economics
I took economics in both college and graduate school. But since I got married, I've been into home economics.
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...
