In every rainfall, I miss you
It was 2 a.m. The heavy downpour loudly echoed in the night. In front of me was my laptop. Tabs...
Grief for Mom – and for the world
My beautiful mom passed on March 8 of this year—exactly eight days before the enhanced community quarantine was implemented in...
No more dishes left to wash
I’m not usually the type who finds doing household chores calming or relaxing. As disgusting as it may sound, I...
Healing
I was born with a twin, when my parents were just starting their careers and were not earning enough to...
The importance of Sudoku
My grandfather didn’t finish college but he made sure all three of his kids graduated without facing the challenges he...
To live alone
In my family, the males are expected to have nice and stable jobs while the females should finish college and...
The burden of sharing my mother
My mother has never been mine alone. This was a recurring thought I’ve had every time she would choose to...
The last ‘suffer’
A common picture hung in every Catholic home is of Jesus Christ having his last supper with his disciples before...
My Dad’s old typewriter
My Dad treasures a lot of things. Through the years, he has collected items that remind him of significant events...
What I learned after ‘Nanay’ died
Several adjectives can be used to describe me: strong, clever, passionate, determined. But while I am a Rolodex of characteristics,...
