Emily’s PostBy Emily A. Marcelo
I am a 40-something husband with a loving wife and five lovely kids. I love my family. My problem started six years ago in a high school reunion, when I saw the girl I was in love with then, but got cold feet that she’d turn me down. Nobody knew about it but me.
Roots and WingsBy Cathy Babao-Guballa
Our high school Facebook page of late has been inundated with photographs of our younger, more innocent selves. My Maryknoll (now Miriam) high school class marks its pearl anniversary—30 years old!— next weekend, Sept. 8.
By Christine Imperial
High school is over. That sentence didn’t quite strike me, until it was said aloud. If it wasn’t mentioned, it wasn’t real. I still imagined myself waking up to the same routine, going to the same place every day. In high school, I found comfort in friends and even classmates whom I’ve spent years of schooling with.