What I dread about term breaks
There is a certain type of quiet that settles over a state university when the end of the academic calendar...
He’s not my ‘Lolo’
I grew up answering these calls: “Bb, how does this WiFi work?” “Bb, how do you edit a picture in...
The graduation I have been waiting for
I have been waiting for this graduation, but somehow, I feel I have missed it. I was supposed to graduate...
When prayers meet
Lola Lily and Lola Pong were not just “mag-balae” (in-laws). They were soulmates. They met late in their lives after...
The casual cruelty
There are stories you inherit unwillingly—stories that twist and churn long after they are told. One of mine surfaced when...
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...
Lucky to be alive
To those left behind by the ones they loved, this is for us. It was an ordinary Sunday for me,...
What remains of me
I began living on my own at 16, not fully, perhaps, but far enough from home to feel it. Senior...
To the first man I loved and lost
For over a decade, I have always felt like I have been shouting my Father’s Day messages to the wind....
Grief’s wake-up call
“We forgot to visit Tatay,” my aunt exclaims as we drive past The Heritage Park, where my grandfather’s remains rest....