Reflections: A Year Surfing

It has been a year since I stood on a surfboard in San Juan, La Union. I remember asking myself, “Why the fuck am I doing this,” as I lie on my belly while my surf instructor pushed me against harsh, breaking waves.

White Sand, Goats, Oversized Waves: Adventures in Eastern Samar

A promise of epic adventure and…

“Why Did His Mistress Exist?”: Five Answers From The Other Woman

Truly bitchy truths ahead.

Infatuation With a Sleepless Boy

A once upon a time of curiosity, play, and pulling away.

Successful Adulting for Grown Up Kids

Adulting is not about following a pre-conceived timeline of…

Remembering the Man Who Taught Me to Smoke Marijuana

Mission And Vision As A Writer: On Rekindling My Relationship With My Muse

The Last Time I’ll Ever Write This, About Us

My heart isn’t broken, but I must admit that it stings. The pain of a once-savored, now-lost passion is like the searing pain of scraped knees.

Turbulence: A Bipolar’s Survival Guide

Turbulence

A Post-Grad Degree in Adulting

I’M PLEASED WITH THE FACT that I fulfilled my plans after college — escape my parents, rent an apartment…