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Browse the stories of our kababayans in Calgary
When the monster knows your name
The night in Maragondon, Cavite smelled of damp earth and smoke residues from a pile of dried mango leaves my uncle was burning earlier, the air thick enough to drink. I was ten years old, sitting on the bamboo floor of my paternal grandmother’s house, knees drawn to my chest, listening to the hum of the kerosene lamp…
Aswangcon, as one would have it
This was the plain and unadorned genesis of Aswang Con, the Filipino Folklore Festival which will be held on November 15 at the historical and appropriately atmospheric Grand Theater, participated in by Calgary’s Filipino artists and underwritten by a project grant from the Calgary Arts Development (CADA).
A Seat at Our Table
To see them all gathered in one room, lit with the soft glow of a late spring sunset, the bustling sprawl of Calgary’s city center in the background — it was remarkable to think about the roads that led them here, and the relationships that brought them all together.
Inang Hinahabi
This story is based on my experience of mothering two kids in the diasporic Filipino-Canadian community. One of the places we frequent is the Calgary Public Library, a wonderful place that our family enjoys visiting. During one of those visits,
Visitation of the Madz
In many ways, I was fated to love music, not least for having been named after its patron saint, an act of magical thinking by an ironically tone-deaf father. A big swath of my childhood memory involved the steady stream of music my father played in the house.
