Author: ANDREA MALAYA M. RAGRAGIO

Bibiaon remembers a childhood and early adulthood of relative ease.

She had been lying down on a mat in the corner of the one-room hut that could be reached only after a precarious uphill motorcycle ride on rocky terrain and a twenty-minute trek on foot, somewhere near the headwaters of the Davao River.

If we are going to make a fuss about the Yaya meal, then we should make a fuss about the class contradictions seething underneath it.

For UP this may still be the mid-semester, but for the rest of the Philippines it is already the season for graduations and finishing the academic year.

Naturally, my first thought was, not again.