I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the idea of editing—not just in writing, but in life. How many drafts of ourselves do we go through before we feel like we’re “done”? Do we ever? Maybe we’re not meant to be final versions. Maybe we’re all just in the middle of a...
He looked up from his coloring sheet, crayon in hand, and asked me point-blank: “Teacher, what’s forever?” I blinked, mid-sip of coffee, completely caught off guard. How do you explain that to someone who still counts naps as part of their day? I fumbled through a...
I wasn’t ready for this book. “Letters to a Stranger” is one of those quiet titles that sneaks up on you, disguised as a love story but really a meditation on grief, memory, and timing. I finished it in one sitting, closed the last page, and sat still for a while. The...
It started as a joke—I saw a beading kit at the bookstore and thought, “Why not?” I haven’t made a bracelet since I was in grade school, sitting on the floor and spelling out names with plastic letters. An hour in, I was sorting colors like a madwoman and squinting at...
I met someone who makes bags out of banig—woven by hand, dyed in tiny batches, and stitched with so much pride you can almost feel it. Her name is Mara, and her brand is as local as it gets: slow, intentional, and rooted in community. “These aren’t just bags,” she...
There’s a little bakery in the outskirts of Silang that doesn’t even have a sign—just a bright blue door and the smell of warm pan de coco. I stumbled upon it during a weekend drive, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The owner, Ate Mercy, said they never got...
You think you’re just grabbing a cup of coffee. But if you sit long enough at the café on the corner of Kalayaan, you’ll notice something different. Between shots of espresso and warm banter with regulars, Paulo flips through his sketchpad, quietly painting...
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