I just had the sweetest vision of my lovely mom, cooking up one of her famous Filipino dishes, probably adobo (made with marinated meat, soy sauce, vinegar, and spices), one of Dad’s favorites. She’s standing by this shiny white stove, stirring her magic into a simmering pot. The...

Whistles, Windows, and Wandering Hearts: Why I Love Riding Trains My love of trains started when I was just eight. My family boarded a train in Los Angeles, heading to New York City by way of Chicago. It was my first time seeing the country unfold from the comfort of an observation...

Not long ago, I never would have imagined entering the Orange County Fair Photo Exhibit or any other venues. I didn’t believe my work was “good enough”—a common doubt among creatives, especially when comparison creeps in. But that mindset shifted when someone special...