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Is dreaming only for kids?
I was talking to a friend and blurted out a trendy joke—“Please, Please, Please” by Sabrina Carpenter— but changed Carpenter…
2 days ago
To dream in a third-world country
To dream in a third-world country is to carry a weight heavier than our bodies were built for. Our dreams…
5 days ago
To my virtual friends during the pandemic
Looking back, it is almost unbelievable how our friendship began—not in a bustling coffee shop, on a work platform, in…
7 days ago
Raised by roosters
My childhood mornings in Isabela began with the cry of roosters. For most people, it was just countryside background noise,…
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Lucky to be alive
To those left behind by the ones they loved, this is for us. It was an ordinary Sunday for me,…
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What remains of me
I began living on my own at 16, not fully, perhaps, but far enough from home to feel it. Senior…
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Growing up means calling your mom first
At 16, I rolled my eyes. At 21, I text her everything. Five years ago, I was convinced I had…
3 weeks ago
When dreams falter
It has been a year since I shifted my sablay onto my left shoulder. As we were cued to stand,…
3 weeks ago
The cycle I can’t break
I died hoping for a brighter, more peaceful life. The moment I graduated, I truly believed I’d finally be free,…
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The quiet accusation
They don’t have to say it out loud. I’ve learned to recognize the silence. Every time a professor mentions “ISIS,”…
