Beer is Germany’s unofficial blood type, served with everything from football matches to funerals. I, however, am German on paper but Filipino in upbringing—raised in
Category: Social Commentary
I Eat Alone, But Not Lonely
I am often asked what the hardest thing is about living the quiet, reclusive life that I do. In order to answer that, I have
The Versions of Us
We are not who we were five months ago, five years ago, let alone five decades ago. Life, with its seasons and shifts, demands adaptation,
Questions my parents never asked me
There is something about birthdays that makes you incorrigibly nostalgic and reflective, as if the person staring back at you in the mirror demands that
Redundant, Not Irrelevant
For many, being classified as redundant after 50 feels like a gut punch, defeat. You gave decades of your life to a career, a company,
A Manifesto of Empowerment
As some of you may have undoubtedly noticed, my July blog entries have a common theme: empowerment. As I turned another year older and slowly
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