A guide for those of you who are drowning. Also, see Dory, Finding Nemo
On August 5th, Tiny Diapana posted a note on her Facebook page after attending the 26th Iligan National Writer’s Workshop (INWW). She was raped: To get to the heart of the matter: I was sexually taken advantage of by a panelist during a national writers workshop that I had attended this year. What followed after […]
When I am depressed, I cannot move. And right now, as I write this, six days have passed since I felt myself falling into it. The problem is placed. What, I wonder, must the solution be? What must I do when I cannot move?
Made from the rib of man, made by God to cleave to man, you are all soft insides and secret smiles and loud laughter. You beautiful, coveted creature, I beg you: do not make yourself less. You are made for more.
Constrained by the pressures of life and learning, I feel as if I have no time at all to write. Shackled to my responsibilities, tethered by my moral belief that I have to do my responsibilities, I cannot write.
Who you are and how busy you are should not be an impediment to your honoring God. We can honor God even while we do our laundry.
Today, while I was grocery shopping, I saw an old man buying his own.
7 APR 18. Rain. It’s raining, and it’s beautiful. I’m driving down the streets of my hometown, and the neon signs were glowing like fairy lights. Blurred by the raindrops and the glass, they seemed to shimmer. Dipolog looked unreal at that moment, and I wanted to remember it that way forever.
Around two thousand years ago, Jesus Christ, God incarnate, was born. The specific date is now lost in time— the casualty of an archaic calendar system. Suffice to say, around the coldest point of the year, a boy was born in a manger. They named him Emmanuel: “God with us.” I wonder what it was […]
Don’t read this. It’s poison for your soul– but it cleansed mine in the writing of it. I rather you not be contaminated by the toxicity.