Activism is self-love
Today was chaotic and filled with violence, toward our indigenous people down South,…
Personal journal
Stories, insights, and ramblings from my journal.
Death by uprooting
When I went out the neighbors had collected weeds and grass in the…
Roots and Shifts
Born and raised a city girl, moving to the province after marriage peeled…
Exercising Compassion: When My Tween Was Called Fat
Last night, something no parent wants to happen to their kid happened to…
Letter #20: Eight
Hello, Lia. It’s unbelievable to me that today, I am saying to you,…
Letter #19: I was not really okay
Hello, Lia. We promised each other we would always tell the truth, so…
Letter #18: Seven
Hello, Lia. A couple of months ago, I asked you which gift you’d…
Letter #17: To a Child Who Wants to Become a Mother
Hello, Lia. You often tell me that you want kids of your own…
Letter #16: Rainy New Year’s Eve in a tricycle
Hello, Lia. It’s been pouring down since Christmas, and tonight is no exception….
Letter #15: Six
Hello, Lia. I often think I’m ready for changes, but witnessing “major upgrades”…
Letter #14: On what your heart says
Hello, Lia. You once told me that you wanted to be a rockstar….
Letter #13 : On a bus home
Hello, Lia. This story begins at the overpass in Bocaue, where traffic is…
Letter #12: Nagoya, Japan
Hi, Lia.I found this little girl playing on a hill in Magome the other…
Letter #11: Five
Hello, Lia. Yesterday, you turned five. They say that if four is a…
Letter #10: At Home, Watching You Play
Hello, Lia. Do you remember this? This is you at three years old….
Letter #9: On a Van to Ilocos Sur
Hello, Lia. Three weeks ago, I left for an assignment in Cagayan. When…