Secret Sunday
A few weeks ago, Mama sent a message request on my Instagram account. I never got to open…
How I almost killed Papa
“How will I deal with grief?” I ask myself every time I remember how I almost killed my…
Alien art and Annie
When someone asks me how many siblings I have and what each of them does, my response normally goes like this.
Where’s Lolo?
I must have been 6 or 7 years old when I started really noticing some things happening around me. I started to ask many questions about the origin of things I was seeing, hearing and touching.
Our humble home made of wood
In 2004 when I was 4 years old, I started living in a squatter community. The fishy smell,…
What’s in a balloon?
Have you ever had those days when you wished all the balloons in a child's little world would just pop out of existence, instead of remaining scattered all over a room to gather dust during their short life cycles?
Mother knows best?
We were already in the car and on our way to Greenhills when the dreaded message came on the beeper. A close friend said she had called Amanda's house, and her mom answered the phone.
‘Utang na loob’
Due to the current surge, the start of our limited face-to-face classes has been postponed once more. This…
In a glass house
How beautiful it is to live in freedom: the freedom to choose, freedom to be who you want to be, freedom to get what you want, and freedom from everything that makes your life miserable.