My first Eucharist
When I was a small child, I used to get thrilled whenever our parents would bring us to church, not...
My father’s footsteps
My father’s footsteps are gentle, like his voice. I listened as he ascended the stairs. As I finished brushing my...
P15 ‘halo-halo’
Tonight I am breaking my fast with a tall glass of halo-halo.
The dead live on
I have witnessed the dead alive and well through a glimpse of the past. About a month ago my mother...
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...
