SHIFT
By the end of January, I always feel the shift. This is usually when I used to panic. The year doesn’t really begin on January 1. It begins here. When...
Raoul SuarezJanuary 29, 20263 min
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By the end of January, I always feel the shift. This is usually when I used to panic. The year doesn’t really begin on January 1. It begins here. When...
I’ve been part of teams that lost quietly and teams that lost loudly. The quiet ones hurt less. We’d walk off the field, out of the office, or away fr...
I went to the restaurant today. To dine. To unwind. To disappear for an hour to listen to the clatter of plates, and to the polite lies we tell oursel...
I went to the wet market today, the kind of place where the air is always thick with the smell of fish, fresh vegetables, and the faint perfume of coo...
By Raoul Suarez We sat there together. On mismatched couches. On plastic chairs. On someone’s floor. Yes, we were there. Full of food. Full of excuses...
It started the way these things always do. With a smile. Wide. Confident. Expectant. The kind that assumes agreement even before you’ve opened your mo...
December always arrives the same way here. Slowly at first, then all at once. Jeepneys wear tinsel like borrowed jewelry. Storefronts glow even when t...
There is an illuminating truth that often goes unnoticed during the holiday season. It lies hidden beneath the ribbons, receipts, and the rush of shop...
Before the sun fully rose and before the world gathered itself for another cycle of work and worry, a woman opened a quiet drawer beside her bed. Insi...