A man of few words
My Chair RocksBy Conchita C. Razon
Today is Father’s Day. It is a special day for daddies all over the world. I salute them. I lost mine many years ago, and have missed him every day.
Today is Father’s Day. It is a special day for daddies all over the world. I salute them. I lost mine many years ago, and have missed him every day.
When was the last time you received a love letter? Do you remember the thrill of finding a letter in the mailbox from a special someone, addressed to you? I do. How wonderful it was to know I was in someone’s thoughts.
It was believed that marrying in June had all the marks of a future filled with prosperity and happiness. If only it were that simple!
Who was it that ‘walked on,’ stayed briefly and left an indelible mark in your heart? When I was a little girl, I spent much time in rehearsal halls and backstage at the Metropolitan Theater with my mother. I could hum the overture of “La Boheme” and whistle the violin parts for “La Traviata.”
Do you have election hangover? I do. Have the campaign posters, placards and other campaign eyesores been pulled down? The victors may be too busy celebrating, and perhaps the losers couldn’t care less. They all should lend MMDA a helping hand, don’t you think?
Happy Mother’s Day. It’s that day of the year again, and here we are walking proud as punch, taking bows we probably don’t deserve. I think we are entitled to this one day, right? Just for today, let me bask gloriously, unashamed, in the effusive protestations of love and devotion from my children. Go on, mommies, you do the same.
Catching a cold is no fun. Everyone tells me it is the aftermath of a week well spent in Baguio, where the weather was, putting it mildly, delicious. Getting back to above 34-degree temperatures must have done me in.
Leaving Manila to go North on a Sunday morning is a wise thing to do. No stops and starts. Smooth cruising except for a few snarls in the small towns. We made one pit stop at Starbucks in Luisita. We didn’t take Marcos Highway, and instead opted for the hairpin curves of Kennon Road, aka The Zigzag.
It is a big mistake to assume that people of age have all the answers. Nothing could be further from the truth. Maybe wrinkles give us a look of authority. Perhaps it’s our attitude. Let’s face it; some of us strut around like infallible sages. But don’t let that fool you. Many of us are as insecure as teenagers with acne.
I don’t know about you, but I am a bit nervous about the flexing of muscles and threatening posture of North Korea. Is it just I, or are you worried too? Do you lose sleep over the almost casual way media carries the news? I do.
IT’S EASTER Sunday! The resurrection of Jesus Christ is the key event central to our Christian faith. Someone calls it the heart of the gospel message. In the words of Carl Knudsen, “The story of Easter is the story of God’s wonderful window of divine surprise.”
