It is a simple map of white ethnic ancestry, but it holds a mirror to the broader story of America.

The sweet offerings are hard to resist, from flaky baklava layered with honey and nuts, to syrup-soaked bamieh, and buttery mamoul cookies filled with dates.

From the chaos of revolutions and political upheavals, Marcelo Azcárraga rose swiftly through the Spanish ranks.

The Philippine–American War is often sanitized in U.S. history books, but it stands as a brutal reminder of the cost of empire.

Tagalogs and Visayans like to claim theirs are the best. But really?!

I wondered how people from India could have made their way into my family tree, which feels deeply rooted in the ethnolinguistic tribes that would later be forced together by Spanish colonists.

To set the world on fire is not to destroy it. It’s to light it up with the Truth.

When I think of Job, I think of others across history who have walked through devastation and somehow carried on.

You feel attacked. Even by your allies at times. You feel like you’re standing alone.

If a person cannot walk away without being crushed by debt, violence, or threats, they are not free.

It is nonsense to claim that the Civil War had nothing to do with slavery.

My great-grandparents, grandparents, and relatives lived under that shadow, and their stories connect me directly to those dark years.

If only our leaders would see language not as a weapon to divide but as a thread to weave us back together.

Ethnolinguistic tribes throughout the Philippine archipelago are increasingly interested in delving into their unique pre-colonial roots that made them unique to the Tagalogs—whose language and culture was forced on them.

Stability collapsed under the weight of daily erasure, in a uniform that boxed you, in pronouns that froze your breath.

The Vatican got it wrong during World War II. Are we mainline Protestants repeating history with our lackluster messaging about Gaza and Trumpism?

My father’s first cousin, Elizabeth Farinas Callejo Laici of Porto Recanati, Italy, has passed away.

A poem.

It was my favorite of Herman Melville's novellas. The gayness in it was unsaid subtext. A French stage production brings the secret out into the open.