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TikTok videos have, no doubt, taken over our Instagram feed. With celebrities lip-syncing and dancing to the tune of Dua Lipa‘s ‘Don’t…
I’ve lost a few people, but in the same breath, thankfully, I’ve found some of them again. Two weeks...
DAVAO City—Time and again it’s been said that distance and some solitude are all you need to find some clarity....
Today you graduate from high school. I can’t begin to tell you how much this day means to me, to...
I won't dwell on the political angle because that isn’t my field of expertise. Neither will I harp on what went wrong, because that’s for the government and the military to find out. But, like the rest of the nation, I want justice to be served.
Autumn, used by poets and writers to symbolize transitions, beginnings and endings, is both a sad and happy time.
The other day, the world observed National Suicide Prevention Day.
Once a year I take off for a while to study, recharge and reconnect with myself. I thought the trip this year wasn’t going to happen because of a health scare back in February. Thank God, I was given clearance and so here I am wide-eyed, sleepless on my first night in San Francisco.
To thine own self be true. That’s a line you and I have often thrown at each other these past months as you were winding down your college life. Tomorrow you leave the doors of Loyola, come down from the hill, and will soon venture into the brave, new world of your choosing.
February always makes me think of hearts. And not just because it’s the love month. My son, who was born with a congenital heart defect, was born in February. Today, as I write this, would have been his 20th birthday. My dad was only 49 when a heart attack claimed his life. I think of these two Miguels who were very dear to me. I think of love—the mother for her son, the daughter for her father.
