Should My Parents Be Involved in My Romance?
There I was– broken again; my eyes puffy from another hard lesson of the heart. It was time to let go of someone who, in my opinion, was the best potential man I could ever have a relationship with. By then, I had met a good number of young men—crushes in high...
Can God Transform Murderers and Drug Traffickers?
We sat under the thatched roof where inmates from Bilibid’s Minimum Penitentiary and representatives from the catalyst movement of transformation in Las Pinas, Muntinlupa, and Paranaque (LaMPara) gathered together monthly to encourage each other and worship God. The...
Selflessness and Pizza
My Kuya, the Selfless Sibling “Kuya, can I trade with you? Two of my garlic and cheese pizza slices, for one slice of yours.” I watched as my older brother, Paolo, scratched his head and looked wistfully at his beloved slice. It was full of meat, onions, ham, and...
Families Are Beautiful
No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I was born to my parents. I inherited my moon eyes and zipper-like lips from my father, and my strange eyebrows (with one end growing upward) from my mother. I cannot change the fact that I have tendencies I picked up...Get your copies now!
