Tag: Identity

My grandmother's memoir, written by hand in nine notebooks.

My Grandmother’s Memoir: Finding Meaning for the Past, Present, and Future

I never really knew my grandmother. But that all changed when I discovered she had begun writing her own memoir. It turned out that nine notebooks that made up my grandmother's memoir had been sent to my mom in Canada from the Philippines several years ago. They were handwritten in English and Tagalog, collecting dust ...

One Day.

I hope that one day I can accept that a part of me will always be insecure, that I will always be private, slow to warm up, cautious before leaping into anything. I hope that one day I can accept that I will have awkward moments, that I'll say things that make me wince, and ...