Sundays with’suman’ and ‘latik’
The pots clanged over the warm electric stove. The plates were set on the dining table. The TV played a...
Christmas is not for everyone
Christmas is not for everyone. It is not for the incomplete. I have known this since I was 7 years...
Four-cornered love
There is a certain chokehold only “balikbayan” boxes have on me—a grip that starts the moment Mama calls and says,...
Choosing to be away
I have been asked several times if I miss my life in the Philippines. I am an overseas Filipino worker...
No stranger to distance
The sound of airplanes, the LED screen showing departure and arrival times, the way to the airport—I am very familiar...