The Child Who Refused to Burn: Why the Santo Niño de Cebu Still Moves Millions
There are statues. And then there’s the Santo Niño de Cebu. I’ve seen the photos. I’ve read the history. But…
There are statues. And then there’s the Santo Niño de Cebu. I’ve seen the photos. I’ve read the history. But…
Every second Monday of October, something quietly wonderful happens across Canada. Offices close. Kitchens fill with the smell of roasting…
I still remember my first bite. The skin cracked between my teeth with a sound that was almost musical—like breaking…
There’s a certain magic to walking into an ukay-ukay. The smell of old clothes mixed with the faint scent of…
I cried over adobo once. Not because it was bad. Actually, it was perfect. The soy sauce and vinegar had…
“Tabangi ko, please.” That’s what I whispered to my mom last week when I couldn’t open a jar. She laughed.…
“Utang na loob.” Say it slowly. Oo-tang na lo-ob. If you’re Filipino, those three words probably hit you right in the…
Every third Sunday of January, Cebu shuts down and dances. This year, I danced too — just in my kitchen,…