A time for consecration
Mama DiariesBy Audrey Tan-Zubiri
Last weekend, I found myself in several events where I had the pleasure of meeting new friends from different religious groups.
Last weekend, I found myself in several events where I had the pleasure of meeting new friends from different religious groups.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt a hotter summer than this one. Not so much because of the actual soaring temperatures, but rather the intense stress and hectic schedule of the ongoing campaign season for the national and local elections.
Of all the things I learned from my mother, I think the best and most valuable is the power of prayer. We go through trials, and everyone has his or her own way of dealing with life’s challenges—in our family, it has always been through prayers, whether in Mass, rosaries, novenas or at the Blessed Sacrament.
The last few weeks have been pretty hectic. Actually, the last few months, or maybe year, but who’s counting? Whatever it is, it’s these last few weeks and the next couple of months that were and will truly be in the “running-around-like-a-headless-chicken” category.
A few weeks ago, I received an e-mail about a child supposedly being kidnapped in an upscale mall.
The first time I heard about “The Gruffalo” was months ago. I was having breakfast with two girlfriends, and we were trying to think of fun activities for our kids.
In what could possibly be the strangest place to find inspiration for an article, this week’s story comes from last night’s dream.
I’ve often wondered what the phrase “I’m sorry” really means to a child. Do children really mean it, or understand what they are saying?
When I was in high school, there was a brief period of obsession over a small handheld gadget that served as a directory and a calendar. Best of all, it had a matchmaking application so you could see what the future held for you and your crush!
Once again, another Christmas has passed and a new year beckons. How could 2012 have gone by so quickly?
As Christmas draws nearer, everything around us goes into hyper drive. Everything is decked out in sparkles and lights, carols give you last-song syndrome and the figure of Santa Claus shows up everywhere. It’s so easy for a small child to think that Christmas Day is simply the day that Santa comes and brings his/her gift.
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