Hereditarily Broken: Surviving Dysfunctional Families

When I was six years old, I used to lay awake at night and hope. I closed my eyes, adamant in keeping the tears from falling, and said the following words like they were a magic spell: “I wish I had a family that loved me.” Disappointment never failed to wash over me come morning….

The Wonder Vendors: Mudjur Clemente and Gladys dela Cruz

Thankfully, we now have Facebook to remind us of days like our birthdays. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between people who really remembered your birthday or those who just saw a notification. But hey, it’s the thought that counts. It’s a good feeling to have most of your family, friends and acquaintances fill your timeline…

Before You Promise Forever

When it comes to love, I don’t believe in promises of forever. I’m not bitter. I just turned 23, and at my age, I still drift to Neverland from time to time like a child. I just accept the reality of time. At some point, we will all fade away. Humans have yet to devise a way…