Last night, I dreamt of Meryl Streep.
She was in her most furious stage in her advocacy towards women equality. She came as more assertive to talk about gender equality, human rights, immigrants, responsible reporting, and roles of the arts in bringing the world together in protecting our rights and safety regardless of age, gender, and race. Continue reading “Last Night I Dreamt of Meryl Streep”
I came out of a strong and willful woman. Delivered to this world by a midwife. Helped by female nurses. Was brought home to be nannied by a naive woman. Every day, my aunts, ninangs, and lolas visited to pinch my cheeks making sure I made the right responses. Continue reading “Hashtag Women”
I loved and lost it. I found a new one though am yet to say that “I am not scared anymore.” There were loads of reasons that I felt so strongly about losing love but could not put words into. Maybe because I was scarred. Maybe because I gave everything that I thought I could, but still missed all the points. Maybe because I wasn’t given enough pointers on how to love without asking for anything back. Maybe I loved and didn’t really lose it but forget to keep some for myself. This is I, telling you how I coped about losing my family because of irreparable “missed-enculturation.” Continue reading “Love Letters to February”