I am re-posting this piece — one of the longest articles I have written. Would I sigh for more? “Mi pozo parece agua lluvia (My well water tastes like rain water)”, remarked grandma who had her ...
Here is my column for this week’s Collegian issue. Studying overseas will open a new world outside the conventional quarters; a sphere from a completely new dimension will spring forth. The most...
This is my column for the Collegian this week. *** Some of my Filipino friends back home have asked me about how clean Americans are inside the house. I could not answer straight to the point, because...
Franzine Cole “Zee” Salas is a joy in the family. She is the daughter of my older brother. From the moment she started talking, we knew she has gotten the singing genes of the Salas clan. ...
It has been a while since the racial slur occurred. Yet the incident still continues to torment my days. There are times that I find myself staring blankly at the PC monitor and thinking about the rac...
I was stabbed right into the heart! When a racist strikes, it weakens you right at that moment of attack. You lose your guard and you think of right words to say. You don’t want to talk back in ...
I have a very beautiful niece. Her name is Leanna Erika. Isn’t she so adorable?...
I am a Filipino. I was born in Argao. The place has yet to be swayed by civilization and advancement or exploitation perhaps. In that southern part of Cebu, Philippines, houses are situated beneath gr...