You’re never really too old for surprises
PHOENIX, Arizona—Flying out is always exhilarating. And the journey of self-discovery never ends.
PHOENIX, Arizona—Flying out is always exhilarating. And the journey of self-discovery never ends.
Over the last two weeks, six deaths by suicide have been brought to my attention through my work as a grief coach, an article I read, or through a close encounter with a friend.
Extrajudicial killings (EJKs) resonate very strongly with me, though I hardly speak up about it. I suppose it comes from the experience of having lived through it not just once, but twice, and losing three very close family members in very violent deaths.
Weary. That’s how I was feeling up until about a couple of days ago. With everything that’s been happening in our country (and in the world) these last few weeks, you cannot help but be affected. I need not enumerate all the things that have made us all so angry, sad and disappointed. This collective grief cuts across classes, gender, age, social status and sometimes, even political lines. The energies have been predominantly negative. It’s there, like a pall of gloom.
When I ask them what their secret to a long, healthy and happy life is, Tining quips: ‘Mahjong!’
Depression has many faces, and they’re not always sad. The one who seems to have it all together in front of family and friends, but is actually a wreck behind closed doors or when he or she is alone, is someone whom pop psychology would describe as a high-functioning depressiv
In December last year, I wrote about the 82 Days of Christmas project that the Assumption College High School Class of ’82 class launched for their beloved batchmate, Pilar Bustamante Estrella. At the time, Pilar had been battling cancer for 10 years.
I have nothing tangible that belonged to my father. They are all in my mother’s and brother’s possession. But when I look into the mirror each day, I see my father so clearly. I have his eyes, I have his nose. No one can ever take that away from me.
Alex Tizon was not just an extraordinary storyteller with a Pulitzer to his name. He was, by all accounts—through the life he lived and the stories he told—a truth-teller about forgotten people.
Three things stand out in my childhood memories when I think of mom: boats, braids and books. The last time my mother was on a plane was some time in
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