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Martial Law Baby
Martial law baby. This is the monicker given to those who grew up under the Marcos Regime. I was 9 when martial law was declared on September 23, 1972. I remember waking up the next day, Sunday, and looking for … Continue reading
Essential
I encountered this word for the first time after reading the book Little Prince. It was the fox who said “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” I … Continue reading
30-Day writing challenge
I’ve been writing everyday since May 1 to take the 30-day, 30-minute writing challenge I signed up to raise money for American Cancer Society. However, I said I’ll only publicly share writing that I think may be worth sharing. And … Continue reading
God-Talk over Margaritas
Last night I hung out with people I feel safe drinking and talking with. What I learned having lived as long as I have is that drinking and talking can be a dangerous combo. There IS such a thing as … Continue reading
A Death Moratorium
In the last two years I’ve lost people I know, some more intimately than others. It had been difficult moving from grieving to feeling grateful to be alive and able to enjoy a birthday cake with my daughter or bond … Continue reading
Writing Femme
I wrote this piece for the 2008 Femme Conference that happened in Chicago, where I was invited to make a presentation. I recently found it on Dropbox while looking for old plays that I hope to revisit. It’s really interesting … Continue reading
Noemi
Why do we love knowing the pain that comes?I pondered this as I listened and felt the ache of a broken-hearted friend. I remember pondering this in middle school. Twelve and besotted. A girl with curls and a mean spike. … Continue reading
Reading tonight!! August 8, 7pm CST
Please click on the link below! Please be mindful of your time zone 😜❤️ https://youtube.com/channel/UCjPamgCSAffKyPVUIPxUVhg
Bus Ride
Bus ride When I was little, members of my family would take me on these endless bus rides. Mostly my grandpa, or apo, as strangers and family alike called him. I remember how comforting, as if I am being cradled … Continue reading
Midnight Rumination
The promise of rain makes my body ache. Barometric drop. Barometric rise. Humidity that seeps into my skin and wraps my joints in a pin-studded elastic. It’s like a punishment each time. Trapped in a storybook nightmare with no one … Continue reading
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