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Generational stories, those between parents and children, tech, nostalgia
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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…
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Where are my two lines?
I did it again. I promised myself I wouldn’t take an ovulation test. But I couldn’t stop myself. I’m more…
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Four-cornered love
There is a certain chokehold only “balikbayan” boxes have on me—a grip that starts the moment Mama calls and says,…
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‘Carinderia’ memories with Tatay
One of my favorite parts of traveling with my late father for his sales job was our lunch breaks. Each…
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Running and running away
Four years old This early memory is hazy, like the clouds of that windy day, when I had been wailing…
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Fog
Trigger warning: Mention of suicidal ideations. If you were to ask me what my greatest failure in life is, it…
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Raised by singles
Why are others’ daddies and mommies married? Why are Daddy and Mommy siblings?” That was a question I remember having…
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