Her Story: Mila Aguilar

I first met her in church. She was sitting beside my mom. Her face was beaming with a smile like the pearls surrounding her neck. Little by little, I learned that this woman whom I fondly call Tita Mila was more than what meets the eye. In my performance class, I was assigned the poem… Continue reading Her Story: Mila Aguilar


Her Story: Icor Harder

I’ve been looking for inspiration to write another blog and I didn’t know she was right in front of me. Her name is Icor, short for Maria Corazon. I believe she was named well by her parents, her name means ‘a blessed heart.’ She is truly a blessed heart. I met her on a cold… Continue reading Her Story: Icor Harder