Maybe death is not so bad
I think about my own death a lot. I’m probably too young to be thinking about it, but I do....
The fear of death, the hunger for life
The stillness of the night always had a way to amplify the thoughts daylight politely ignores. Often the last one...
Till death do us part
“I’m dying.” I was not prepared to hear those words. Being a widow in my late 20s or early 30s...
Before the clock runs out
Every morning, as I squeeze into a packed jeepney, I always pass by the same small city chapel that has...
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...