Do not begrudge me my burial at Libingan ng mga Bayani. It was my dying wish, even though this fiction has been manufactured by my family...

Was this a kneeling holy day, like the Friday that’s Good, good for those who can loaf, though it’s a bad time for sheep when fasting...

The world will break your heart, with or without your help, but drunks and fighters like to give it a hand now and then. I was both at...

When Ernie Schaaf fought the freak Carnera, Sharkey worked his corner. After the knockout he carried him like a bride to the dressing...

I grew up with the gangster Frank Morello, who started by making little dolls— tiny, tan women, sanded and polished, anatomically...

Mrs. Hutchinson died from a pet store robbery a few months ago. She couldn’t afford parrot food, so she’d hoofed it to the PetPal, slung...

I’d been at Buenos Kriyas Beach Front Yoga and Retreat Center in Costa Rica for four days, four days of rice and vegetables, four days of...

1 Jim Timmons had come from Vermont to Deer Falls, the little resort town on the edge of the Adirondacks, not for the scenery or skiing—...

There is a name for the man with a hundred hands who lies under your bed, the one with fifty mucked-up faces for the fifty bad-luck...

Pharaoh’s magicians, you apprehend too late that technical slights and sleights-of-hand resolve nothing; the techne you seek, the immense...

It’s in a group rehab session when he first speaks about it. Your mama did what? one of the guys asks. She took a knife to her hand,...