Rebond
For many, a simple hair treatment like a rebond is treated like mandatory shopping routine every payday because of the...
Wrestling with God
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on June 20, 2006. My life, I believe, is a wrestling...
‘Pambabae’
On the terrace, alone, my six-year-old son was playing with his multicolored kitchen toy set and pretend cash register. From...
When love speaks without saying a word
Some love never rush to declare themselves. They settle quietly into routines, tucked inside gestures so ordinary they almost go...
To the first man I loved and lost
For over a decade, I have always felt like I have been shouting my Father’s Day messages to the wind....
Scared to become like my mother
I love my mom, but I can’t be a mother like her. My mother is not like others. She never...
Grief’s wake-up call
“We forgot to visit Tatay,” my aunt exclaims as we drive past The Heritage Park, where my grandfather’s remains rest....
Custodian of my family’s dreams
I was five years old when my grandmother first told me to become a lawyer. At that age, the word...
When love outlasts the lens
I grew up in a house where pictures were kept in frames, or at the very least, moments were sealed...
Growing up in a broken family
Growing up in a broken family was weird. One gets the feeling that we don’t really have a place to...
