The Philippines is a country of art: street murals, church choirs, stories passed around like heirlooms. Filipinos cheer for singers on noontime TV an...
Here’s a truth I wish more people would admit: in the Philippines, a lot of people act like anything outside Metro Manila is just a backdrop. Despite ...
By Eliza Consuelo Bellones Spending my formative years under the Duterte administration shaped me in ways I cannot begin to describe. The normalizatio...
Queerness does not always meet its first resistance in the law or the streets. Oftentimes, the earliest battles begin in the living room. In the churc...
Is our educational system fostering thinkers or test takers? What does it mean to be educated? Nowadays, it seems to be about mastering the art of tes...
When you grow up in the Philippines, you learn early on that faith in the government is optional—even irrational. You hear everyone around you say tha...
I remember many things about my childhood: red soil on my white slippers, sweet mango juice dripping onto my arm, and a constant, unchanging wish to l...