The Esplanade’s quiet wisdom
Some evenings, walking is the only thing that untangles my thoughts. My daughter and I take those walks on the Iloilo River Esplanade after work, aimi...
Herman M. LagonApril 26, 20265 min
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Some evenings, walking is the only thing that untangles my thoughts. My daughter and I take those walks on the Iloilo River Esplanade after work, aimi...
You know that moment when you agree with something—and then realize you’re not quite ready to live by it? That was me when Mayor Leni Robredo said we ...
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There is a certain hour in Iloilo Central Market when everything feels most real. Not during the speeches, not during the tours, but early—when the fi...
By Herman M. Lagon It is one thing to name a problem. It is another to remove it from a system that has quietly learned to live with it. When EDCOM II...
There are moments when a hearing stops feeling like a hearing. It becomes something else—something closer to a story unfolding in real time, except no...