A privilege to carry
For many of us, education isn’t just a right—it’s a lifeline, a means to lift us out of poverty. Looking...
Taking mine of you with me
I do not forget. It’s not that I have a capacious memory card installed in my brain, but I just...
Human economics
In studying economics, we are taught about scarcity—our time, energy, and basically, all financial and non-financial resources are not infinite....
Awake to dream
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on December 6, 2007. At 5 years, I already knew what...
Fifteen, eighteen, twenty-one
I once was certain of what lay ahead, even when it was still settled within the vast plane of the...
The rusted teaspoon
Is this how it goes? Growing up, the saying about being born with a silver spoon or a wooden ladle...
Confessions of a killer
Murderer. I look in the mirror and I see myself. Whole. Yet broken. No skin torn, bruises tattooed, wounds etched....
To kill a dream
As we opened the balikbayan box from South Korea, my Tita handed me a textbook about the history of humankind....
When my yearning commutes with me
My day usually opens with strangers invading my personal space. Some passengers’ elbows bump into mine as the wheel of...
The length of a story
''How long should a story be?'' That was the question I asked NVM Gonzalez long ago in a private moment...