You’re probably grieving, too
The other night, I broke down when I found out that I had accidentally deleted an outline I…
Turning 30
On Dec. 31, 2020, I turn 30 years old. Not much to my name. Not much on my…
Light at tunnel’s end
The nights were bright. The days were filled with delight. But my happiness was out of sight.
From heartache to healing
“Bea, I need to talk to you and your sister. This is urgent,” said my mom on the…
Stay away, Santa
I don’t want you to come to my house this Christmas, so please give yourself an early rest by striking my name off your list. I don’t care about the gift you thought I asked for; I don’t want it anymore.
Letting go of Santa Claus
The first gift I received from Santa Claus was a life-sized plush of Pooh when I was five…
Fighting for more
I had resigned myself to staying in Nueva Vizcaya after taking the University of the Philippines College Admission…
Christmas citizen
AS A child I loved holidays. Every holiday presented a reason to celebrate—whether it was tree planting or the heroism of Martin Luther King. And Christmas, the holiday of all holidays, was the one I liked best. It was a holiday that surrounded you, that engulfed your life with sparkle and love.
Something to live for
Probably the last normal, ordinary thing I remember is celebrating my son’s first birthday last Feb. 28. Everyone…