Children as retirement plans?
At a small carinderia just a few minutes’ walk from the district hospital, I overheard a tricycle driver explaining to his seatmate, ““Kun indi mo maa...
Herman M. LagonJuly 27, 20256 min
IMPULSES
At a small carinderia just a few minutes’ walk from the district hospital, I overheard a tricycle driver explaining to his seatmate, ““Kun indi mo maa...
This weekend, I will be coming home twice—once in blue, once in maroon. Two schools. Two identities. Two sets of memories. But one grateful heart retu...
It was barely 4:30 a.m. when a rush of messages flooded my phone: “May klase kita, Sir?” From my time as a principal in a basic education school, up u...
“Pagod na ako.” It is a line we hear in jeepney rides, in pantry corners, and after long hours at work. But it is not just tiredness—it is the kind th...
It was a Monday morning of June 4, 2001, when I first heard the name Francis Xavier. I was a newbie in my fresh, checkered polo uniform and black slac...
Come graduation season, social media floods with proud posts—caps mid-air, Latin honors gleaming, heartfelt thanks to parents and professors. Then one...
It all started over coffee, iced choco, and a cake named “Better than Sex”—not a formal memo, just a spark of an idea between colleagues at Coffeebrea...
The online Swapcard room was quiet—but not the minds in it. At STEP Conference 2025 last Friday, July 18, inside a humble but buzzing concurrent sessi...
The clack of the typewriter still echoes in my memory – my report on LASER taking shape under the steady guide of my Grade 7 Science Teacher, Ma’am Ze...