I thought I had achieved something by writing half of something. I have thirty thousand words penned. It’s not a short story and it’s not a novel but it is a reflection on how I am always in the middle of decisions. Turns out writing was not the party trick. Turns out figuring out how […]

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I can’t find the ground under my feet so I look to the only place I know how to be. In the spaces between words. In the thoughts that become assembled by letters arranged into coherence, poorly punctuated. It is a recurrent theme that I find myself crawling out of the pit that was the […]

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I am a woman alone. So the self-help book my friend gave me keeps repeating. “On my own- the art of being a woman alone” then an image of a woman dressed in white standing by an infinity pool- how hopeful, she’s rich. No, the book is not a swipe at my relationship status. This […]

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Internet Fam- Hello. I’m still on that fiction ban. Let’s see what it’s doing to me. “ Thanks for tuning into my channel! Leave a comment below! 🙂 ” The wind is pushing nature around, bullying the trees by my window. The leaves are pressed and released against glass, scratching to get inside. It is […]

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The first year: I bring yellow roses because I’m mad. I realized you are dead. And I am angry. The second year: I bring red roses because I’m sorry for being petty. I find acceptance. The third year: I bring washed-out pink roses because that was the choice, that or orange. They didn’t have red […]

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I am so grateful for all my material possessions and the relationships I cultivate to prop up my fragile ego. Hello! The Little Heroine, she is negative. Danger! Danger! My doctor accused me of being bipolar. I will acknowledge that I do have generalized anxiety. Good job Doc, I mean, he just wouldn’t buy that […]

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Let’s get honest and high and drunk. I’m back. I took some valium, I’m drinking raspberry absolut (the only hard liquor in my house) and I just put down “the meditations of marcus aurelius” to read “he’s just not that into you”. I’m on a fiction ban. Salmon Rushdie only reads poetry when he’s writing […]

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I’m not going back. Natural disaster hit the pause button and I am in tropical limbo with a volcano spewing ash over metro manila. Hold up Little Heroine. The learnings aren’t done yet. This morning I went to our local church for the first of my daily rosaries and when I returned my domestic flight […]

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There is a church in our neighbourhood that both my mother and grandmother swear by for the power of the Virgin Mary. Many women have knelt on the polished stone floor and prayed to be freed from their unhappy marriages. The Virgin Mary loves retribution, supplicate enough and your husband will die. Start at the […]

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My Uncle told me if I’m idle in Australia, I may as well come home. It’s not a bad offer. The time’s coming. At ten days I thought it would never end, at five I’m scared that it is. My grandmother (the formidable heroine of our piece) is daring the Lord to kill her. Same […]

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