We are all laborers
It was 2010. I was 20 years old, out of school and unemployed, and not really sure where I was going.
Getting out of the gilded cage
“Remove your mask.” The immigration officer at NAIA ordered. My heart sank at the request yet there was…
Remembering the taste of Dinapigue
It was late in April last year when my officemates and I were in Dinapigue, a remote coastal…
How I almost killed Papa
“How will I deal with grief?” I ask myself every time I remember how I almost killed my…
Generation text
In 1996, beepers were the fad. Tucked into jeans pockets, beepers went off in class and even in church.
Green, leafy thoughts
Gardening, like knitting, is not just for women, counters a man on Instagram to another man who airs such a backward thought as though to categorize what one does in one’s backyard as either feminine or masculine.
A stray in every way
There was nothing but the sound of crickets as I made my way down the stairs of my…
Music saved me
Music has always played a great influence on my life. Some say that music only comes as a…
I should have done more
I remember a Tuesday afternoon in the downtown area of Calbayog. I was walking along Nijaga Street, when…