Letters to Nanay

The Star We Didn’t Need to Name

Karen Arcilla

Some losses don’t announce themselves. They change the way a family gathers, the way a season arrives, the way joy hesitates before entering the room again. This is a letter...

The Star We Didn’t Need to Name

Karen Arcilla

Some losses don’t announce themselves. They change the way a family gathers, the way a season arrives, the way joy hesitates before entering the room again. This is a letter...

The Christmas Light I Still Look For - Set Forth NY

The Christmas Light I Still Look For

Karen Arcilla

As the holidays return, the world seems to glow with a spirit I can’t quite reach. Christmas used to feel warm and whole when Nanay was here, as if she...

The Christmas Light I Still Look For

Karen Arcilla

As the holidays return, the world seems to glow with a spirit I can’t quite reach. Christmas used to feel warm and whole when Nanay was here, as if she...

I Was Told Not to Share This - Set Forth NY

I Was Told Not to Share This

Karen Arcilla

A journal of love, longing, and remembrance. When I was told not to share this part of my story, I almost listened. But Set Forth NY began with loss —...

I Was Told Not to Share This

Karen Arcilla

A journal of love, longing, and remembrance. When I was told not to share this part of my story, I almost listened. But Set Forth NY began with loss —...

“EUFEMIA” written in black serif letters on a gray background.

Letters to Nanay: Where Endings Meet Beginnings

Karen Arcilla

I once wrote, 'I’ll never stop writing about her.' And I never will. This space is for my Nanay—for the love, the longing, and the memories that live on in...

Letters to Nanay: Where Endings Meet Beginnings

Karen Arcilla

I once wrote, 'I’ll never stop writing about her.' And I never will. This space is for my Nanay—for the love, the longing, and the memories that live on in...