
When ordinary people rise
Rain has a strange way of sharpening a crowd. During the last Iloilo march, the skies surrendered just as the chants reached their peak. In seconds, e...

Rain has a strange way of sharpening a crowd. During the last Iloilo march, the skies surrendered just as the chants reached their peak. In seconds, e...

There is a moment in every oath-taking ceremony when the room falls into a different kind of quiet—not because the program says so, but because someon...

The first thing I often notice when I meet young campus journalists is how they hold their notebooks, sketchpads, ipads, or phones. Some press them cl...

There are days when you think the biggest surprise will be the capping snacks at the hotel, and then a friend across the secretariat table casually sa...

There are gatherings you expect to be routine, and then there are moments that quietly remind you why local work matters. The Policy Forum on the Loca...

Bugsay starts with a sound you feel before you hear: wood against water. A paddle slicing through the tide. A stroke, then another. Slow. Steady. Cert...

There is a particular silence that fills a room when people who have carried too much finally sit down to learn how to help others carry their own pai...

Numbers help us spot patterns. But they rarely tell the whole story. Behind every percentage point is a real person—someone with struggles, dreams, an...

There was something disarming about the way Philippine Guidance and Counseling Association (PGCA) National President Christopher P. Hernandez opened h...