The circle of Samsaragi
When a dog dies, grief lingers quietly. It’s in the silence where paws once tapped, in the corners where a...
The ‘bonus’ child
I was a seemingly humorous “accident,” but no one is ever an accident. My siblings used to joke that I...
Meeting the new year alone
Around me, the night glows with bursting fireworks and the laughter of families celebrating the holidays. I, on the other...
What remains of me
I began living on my own at 16, not fully, perhaps, but far enough from home to feel it. Senior...
Raised by singles
Why are others’ daddies and mommies married? Why are Daddy and Mommy siblings?” That was a question I remember having...
Meditations on love
I know love. Love is when you’re willing to die for someone, like in the film “Titanic.” Love is when...
Wrestling with God
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on June 20, 2006. My life, I believe, is a wrestling...
Coming home to our true selves
When I pass by rows of houses, I get curious about the little lives they live. What do they do...
For the kids
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word/ Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird"
Household melody
A dragging sound of a cheap slipper, slow and heavy. It was my father’s footsteps, for he had never walked...