To my mother

I had the privilege of being raised by a single mother. While this means I experienced childhood quite differently from most of my friends, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. My mother, you see, was the kind of woman who worked so hard to make sure she did more than make ends meet; single…

Travel: Saigon

Even if I was alive, I felt as if rigor mortis had begun to set in; my legs were stiff, my knees were burning, and my hands had become hardened fists. I tried shifting my weight around, but even my butt had had enough. This was not how I imagined the day would be ending. Early…

Travel: Siem Reap

One dollar! One dollar! It was the chant the street food vendors of Siem Reap made in their religion of capitalism. The other vendors breathed the same thing in multiples of five. “Five dollar! Ten dollar! Fif-TEEN dollar only!” In retrospect, their prices were more expensive than what I’d get back home in the Philippines,…