Living the dream
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on January 24, 2008. My sister Lala and my closest friends...
The girl and the cat with short souls
Before my Tatay died, I jokingly told him not to haunt me in my sleep. He laughed then, still capable...
My finest treasure
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 1, 2005. All throughout my childhood years, my father...
Life doesn’t pause for death
The day my father died was nothing short of ordinary. A Sunday afternoon in June, with gray skies hanging low,...
They’re getting old
A few days ago, my grandfather visited me and brought some rambutan and lanzones (longkong) fruits. I offered him coffee,...
Fighting fire
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on October 18, 2005. Last month, I came home to the...
A silent love
Birthdays are markers of time, moments for reflection, celebration, and often, humble displays of the small gestures that remind us...
A hint of nostalgia
They say the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. This quote does not only apply to...
Anything but Chinese
I bitterly take my seat at the dining table for 18, for the families of three siblings united by their...
Her knobby wrist
In January last year, my grandmother suddenly lost her balance in the backyard. When I helped her get up, I...
