Renaissance woman
I do not know how to bond with my mother. Truth be told, I struggle to reconcile my enthusiasm with...
My life’s mountain range
I tried pressing the elevator button three times before the hospital staff offered to do it for me.“Third floor,” were...
Remembering the taste of Dinapigue
It was late in April last year when my officemates and I were in Dinapigue, a remote coastal community located...
Nostalgia
Since the start of the pandemic, I have developed this love-hate relationship with Facebook Memories. When the notification bell rings,...
Red-tagged
These are dangerous times, and now more than ever since the Marcos regime, our democracy is in great peril. One...
Why dreams die
A 7-year-old kid in the early 2000s, engrossed in watching her favorite Filipino heroine, would strike a pose in front...