Father’s Day

When I was a little girl and exhausted, my father used to pick me up and let me sleep on his shoulder. In grocery stores or boring adult gatherings, he’d hold me while I drifted off into my own world. Just to be close, I’d sometimes lift my arms just so he’d let me rest […]

Rare Find

It’s a rare but delightful day when you find a fellow blogger writing something about Philippine History. Deep gratitude to Vox for this post.

Pride Alive 2007

I debate, often, to myself over whether or not to display my photography. I take up issues that woc are rarely represented in the places I go, events I shoot, and affairs I attend. I think much of that debate is internally stunting, because, in the Midwest, there isn’t much diversity, PERIOD. Or at least, […]