Nobel Prizes are awarded at specific moments in time—they do not confer permanent infallibility.
Ressa’s work reflects the laureate at her most rigorous and principled—not a later posture shaped by compromised judgment.
Credentials explain influence; they do not excuse error. 🇨🇦✊🏼
#AntiFascist
Eighty-two years ago, Carlos Bulosan wrote about democracy from the margins—not as gratitude, but as instruction.
In The Echo of Carlos Bulosan, I reflect on what his 1943 essay teaches us now, as democratic language is hollowed out and exclusion is renamed protection.
Rewatching the film this year, I found myself reflecting on what it means to live as one’s authentic self in a world that keeps shifting under our feet.
Mame—bold, messy, generous, unafraid—reminds us that life demands appetite, joy, reinvention, and courage. “Life is a banquet…” never felt truer.
Some moments slow time just enough for gratitude to catch up.
My new essay, “Sunday Corn,” is about fall, friendship, rain on the window, and the simple rituals that make an ordinary afternoon feel like a blessing.
As November deepens, I’m reminded how this month holds both grief and grace. Eleven years since losing my brother, I still ask why I’ve outlived him—and how memory keeps reshaping what remains.
Yet even in the heaviness, December waits as I return to the page, knowing he’d want me to keep writing.
The Philippines endures its yearly rhythm of rain and ruin, each flood a reminder that nature remembers what we forget. Beyond typhoons and failed flood control lies a deeper story: how memory, consequence, and water move through the same channels—a reflection on the relentless flooding crisis.
When news broke of Octav Stroici’s death after a harrowing rescue at the Torre dei Conti in Rome, I found myself imagining the man behind the name. A craftsman, perhaps a dreamer, someone who tended to the fragile edges of time.
Returning home from home, I found that fall—with its exuberance of colour and silent decay, its quiet art of letting go—had waited for me after all. #travelessays
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As I pack my bags for another journey back to the homeland, I find myself reflecting on The Long Road to Lobo—where the mountains meet the sea and the road becomes a journey through memory, family, and home. Every trip feels like finding my way home again. ✈️❤️
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📚 Batangas: My Sky and Earth is now available to borrow from the #VancouverPublicLibrary!
This deeply personal #memoir is a tribute to my childhood and the Filipino traditions that shaped who I am today.
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