When my friends come to me screaming, "I have kwento!" in the most Taglish accents they can muster, I always feel a jolt of excitement run through me. I approach them, eyes wide, ears open, ready to listen to their story.
I am looking through a luxury magazine in an airport transit lounge. Back home, my country, the Philippines is in the challenging attempt at helping our people hit by the super typhoon of all time: Yolanda/Haiyan.
It is a small sorority of women who can call themselves Miss America. It gets even smaller when you consider how many women of color have won. This week, the sisterhood of Asian Miss Americas has grown to two.