The Journal
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CAREN
There are years that don’t arrive gently. They come in heavy, unannounced waves—asking more than they…
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Please don’t think I’m being difficult, but unfortunately…
I called an emergency meeting with myself on the first day of the year. Attendance was…
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Christmas, Cebuano Edition: Now Serving in Britain
My mother came to the UK in December, which meant two things immediately: I was very…
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no further action required.
If 2025 had an annual appraisal, I would have several comments. Strengths: kept me employed, gave…
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Under One Star
Christmas has two temperatures in my memory. One is warm enough for open windows, electric fans…
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I COULDN’T WAIT FOURTEEN SECONDS.
I stepped into the lift, pressed the button and immediately reached for my phone. The doors…
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When Help Crosses Oceans: Balamban’s Quiet Battle After Typhoon Tino
There are times in our lives when distance becomes painfully loud — when the places we…
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PHOTO FOUR WAS FINE.
I think the fourth photo was already perfectly fine, but nobody trusted it. Someone had blinked…
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I DIDN’T KNOW WHICH SKY TO LOOK AT.
Reflections | Sunday Slow Diary (Belated Tuesday Edition) The sky above me exploded red, then gold,…
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Handog: The Song My Father Lived By
Tomorrow would have been my father’s birthday — November 5.Even after all these years, the ache…
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The leaves may fall, but the heart still knows how to bloom
October looked like it had hired a cinematographer. The trees turned amber and copper, the mornings…
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ACHE AND AWE
SEPTEMBER Ache and Awe September came later than usual because I could not quite summarise it…
