By Fr. Tito Caluag
In the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola, many commentators point out that Ignatius hardly mentions the word “love” until the very end in the contemplatio ad amorem, or the “Contemplation to Attain Divine Love.” The saint’s definition of love is that it is “best expressed in deeds” and “consists in a mutual sharing of goods.”
By Pocholo Concepcion
Conspiracy Garden Café (59 Visayas Ave., Project 6, Quezon City) is the offshoot of an idea that musicians can open and operate their own venue for live performances.
The courtship was over even before it began.
Despite friends’ well-intentioned warnings, two couples and a single mom pursued their respective relationships with an open mind—and the decision to simply go for it By Tracey Paska and Joy Rojas Photographs by Mark Chester Ang Makeup by Mayesa de los Santos (for Divine and Victor and Abby and Jun) Hairstyle by [...]
Inside OutBy Cory Quirino
Love works both ways, outwardly and inwardly.
Gut FeelBy Minyong Ordoñez
Man’s madness is worse than Christ’s madness. Christ suggests that it’s better to pluck out your eyes that cause you to sin, because it’s better to enter Heaven blind than burn in hell forever with your eyes open.
Gut FeelBy Minyong Ordoñez
I caught a pretty face in a flash on the TV screen, quick and easy, like a mirage in a desert of vast emptiness. Perhaps the pretty face was an oasis for my parched and lonely soul. That was in May 1984, right after I lost my wife, Tinette Rivera, who died of cerebral hemorrhage. I suddenly found myself a widower, shocked, confused, desolate and mourning.
Tessa!By Tessa Prieto-Valdes
Love at any age is simply wonderful. Love and marriage together, when the couple is in their golden age, is magically sweeter.
By Cathy C. Yamsuan
Call it expert advice. Former President Joseph “Erap” Estrada has volunteered to become President Benigno Aquino III’s consultant on romantic ties, apparently noting that the incumbent is having difficulty latching on to a long-term relationship.
Emily’s PostBy Emily A. Marcelo
I was a victim of date rape in college when I was 17 years old. I was so drunk I don’t even remember what happened. I just knew the beast who cornered me the whole evening was the married brother of my dorm mate. To hide my pregnancy from my parents, I asked to go to the province of my mother in the south and stay with my favorite aunt and “get to know life,” I said. I was a problem child, and they were only too glad to let me go. We’re five siblings; I am the only girl and the most spoiled.
By Yvette Aguado Denoga
First of all, this is a chapter in my life I do not expect everyone to understand and accept. It is, as I have said, my life. I’ve realized that, at this age, there is no magic timeline, no perfect things to say or do that can make everyone agree with you.