Most of us will celebrate Filipino Independence day throughout the weekend since June 12 coming mid-week was inconvenient for most of us who generally are not free from our wage slave bosses and modern colonial obligations (irony of ironies).
It used to be the victims of the Japanese American internment camps. Now it’s the Filipino veterans of WWII who provide the penance and cover for politicians and all their sinful ways.
Bachelorette party? Night of relative bacchanalian fun? How about the Junior or Senior Prom?
On my first visit to the Philippines, well after my father and uncle died, I met my aunt for the first time.
In the locker room after another rough outing—this time against the Colorado Rockies–San Francisco Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum had just finished talking to the media.
If by the time you read this, the Sistine Chapel spews out white smoke, then we’ll either be in a new era of the Catholic Church or stuck in the translucence of tradition, where the light doesn’t always shine through.
I just got back from what was supposed to be a one- hour memorial service that turned into what felt like an all-day love-fest memorializing Alex Esclamado.
Diaspora is mainly a Jewish term describing Jews who live outside of Israel. Filipinos have their diaspora too. But what if a Filipino married a Jew and returned to Israel? One diaspora would end, but one would continue as it has for my friend Rod McLeod in Israel. McLeod retired last year from his [...]
Remember Katleen Ping? Ping came to mind during last weekend’s midnight madness in Denver. Ping, you’ll recall was one of the Oikos 7, my term for the victims in the deadly massacre at Oakland’s Oikos University earlier this year. An immigrant from the Philippines, Ping worked at Oikos as the receptionist. She lived with her [...]
The occasion of the first Filipino American International Book Festival in San Francisco brings up the basic question.
