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My mother is a lot of things. She is a Filipina. She is an American. She is kind. She is strong. She is gorgeous. She is funny. She is resilient. She is an immigrant. She is my greatest source of strength and inspiration. As children of immigrants, sometimes we take for granted what our immigrant parents …
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October 2016. I was a young reporter and writer with nothing but the ultimate dedication that comes with being a bright-eyed, early 20-something. I already landed a writing job right out of college and I was working on stories that inspired me. Within the first few months, I had already compiled a hefty portfolio of …
I’m not really sure what this blog post is going to be about. Unlike everything else I’ve posted in the past, I’ve not made some semblance of an outline for this post. I am writing from my mind and my heart. The last few months since I’ve last posted have been a flurry of …
Dear ______, It lives with me every single day with varying degrees of severity. Sometimes it’s just a incident, sometimes it debilitates my ability to think, love and feel. It’s a war not uncommon to those who’ve ever felt breached, disrespected or cheapened to mere property. I would be ignorant to claim that there will …
I still feel like I'm reeling from the worst hangover ever. Headlines call this election historic, and it is. But it’s certainly not the celebratory kind of historic that most of us hoped it would be. Tuesday reinforced my belief that a significant portion of Americans lack the necessary attributes to be able to decide …
Happy Monday, everyone. I hope fall is treating everyone well, so far. I feel so incredibly grateful for everyone who’s shown love for my previous post. To everyone, expressing concern, please do not. I am as in love with life today as a bee is with honey. Thank you to those who read and reached …
I turn 23 this year, which would mark the ten-year anniversary of a time when I was at my lowest. Thirteen was a formative year in my development, in good and not-so-good ways. At (almost) 23, I’m still young and learning, stubborn and very emotional, but I can’t deny how much I’ve grown. …
