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...
My finest treasure
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 1, 2005. All throughout my childhood years, my father...
Life doesn’t pause for death
The day my father died was nothing short of ordinary. A Sunday afternoon in June, with gray skies hanging low,...
A silent love
Birthdays are markers of time, moments for reflection, celebration, and often, humble displays of the small gestures that remind us...
Her knobby wrist
In January last year, my grandmother suddenly lost her balance in the backyard. When I helped her get up, I...
In every rainfall, I miss you
It was 2 a.m. The heavy downpour loudly echoed in the night. In front of me was my laptop. Tabs...
Healing
I was born with a twin, when my parents were just starting their careers and were not earning enough to...
The importance of Sudoku
My grandfather didn’t finish college but he made sure all three of his kids graduated without facing the challenges he...
The last ‘suffer’
A common picture hung in every Catholic home is of Jesus Christ having his last supper with his disciples before...
What I learned after ‘Nanay’ died
Several adjectives can be used to describe me: strong, clever, passionate, determined. But while I am a Rolodex of characteristics,...