By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo I LOVE airplanes. As a young child, I would watch airplanes cruising in the blue sky, some quietly, some with cloud-like white tails. My uncle Opie, who was an Air Force pilot, used to write me letters, which my father read to me, about being…
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo SUDDENLY, he stopped sending jokes. I thought it was normal, assuming he must have other things to preoccupy him with. The jokes are mostly about politics, and predictably about women. We joked about ourselves, our imperfections, our pride, our humbling experiences, our most trying times….
Raffy
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo AS we passed by Lingayen Gulf, when we were fighting against the establishment of the cement plant complex in Bolinao, Mildred Yamzon, then a new member of the Women in Development (WID) Foundation, asked me a question. “Is this all there is in life? No…
Is this all?
By Virginia Pasalo SO many desperate attempts to have everyone vaccinated without a satisfactory explanation for the concerns raised. Some are outright ridiculous, requiring commercial establishments to offer discounts to those who can present a vaccination card. Some want it as a precondition to avail of certain government health…
Calculated risk
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IT was good to see them again, the trees, the flowers, the herbal “weeds”. The symphony of smells brings me back to a time when, the garden had seen its best days, with Tatay and Nanay caring for them. It has been years. The garden…
The Garden of Memories
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo IT was big. The moon in the pale lavender sky. Not as big as the one Sr. Mary John Mananzan and I saw in Albuquerque, New Mexico. That moon was so big it filled the whole window where we both sat watching in awe. It…
The blood moon
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo A friend was going through a difficult period in her life, deciding whether she would end or continue with a 7-year-old relationship. The couple decided to cool it off for a while, focus on their personal concerns and explore experiences outside their current circles. But…
The composition of poems
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo WE are bound to meet for a short period of time, before we move on, to places we have never been, or to places we have been before. The experiences are unique, appearing to have come from the same source, but may be coming from…




