Author: Herman Lagon

At a small carinderia just a few minutes’ walk from the district hospital, I overheard a tricycle...

Come graduation season, social media floods with proud posts—caps mid-air, Latin honors gleaming,...

The clack of the typewriter still echoes in my memory—my report on LASER taking shape under the...

 Not all graduation speeches shout. Some speak in quiet truths. And this year, those truths echoed...

There are places in every city that do not just stand—they stay. Not because they are made of...