Author: Herman Lagon

A drop of rain patters on the windowpane of a modest boarding house in Tiwi, Barotac Nuevo,...

Something tender unfolds every second of November. Streets slow down, homes fill with the scent of...

You learn a lot about a culture by how it remembers—not just the dead, but the living who lived...

Some of the absolute greatest life improvements do not arrive in bottles, on our phones, or at a...

You hear it on a jeep from Lacson to Libertad or in a faculty room from Bacolod to Barotac:...