Rina Magsombol

“It’s a stage 4,” my brother replied, voice cracking over the line. My tears liberally rolled down my face. I recall that day vividly. It was raining one afternoon sometime in May of this year, and the weather was incredibly fitting to the…

You’re in your mid-20s and reluctantly allowing corporate America to suck the energy and life out of you. You're drowning in student loans and working for a company that has nothing to do with your major. For eight hours a day, more or less, so many…

He hasn’t called you in a week, and the longest 15 minutes of your life was spent waiting on a text back from him. He bailed on you twice, two Fridays ago, and you’re thinking, perhaps, third times a charm? He goes by the name of Derek. He’s built…