It has always been my dream to become a writer, a journalist might be the proper term. To see my name in the prestigious by-line of the story that I wrote, would feel like I won a much-coveted Olympic gold. I never knew until college, that Nanay (mother) shares the same dream. I should've figured… Continue reading Ghost

Dear News: Three Sept*

Dear News: Three Sept* Once I dreamed of writing, seeing my name in front of daily news. As I read chaotic election, war, I can't help but just sigh. My dream snapped like tulip killed by winter. Dear news, I once loved you. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Sergey Zolkin In response to… Continue reading Dear News: Three Sept*

Writer’s Woe

I write not because it's easy. I write because it is what I do best. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Green Chameleon During our media event last night, I encountered two senior Journalism students. I immediately saw my old-self on them. They possess high hopes, high dreams for a bright 'real professional world'.… Continue reading Writer’s Woe