By Francis T.J. Ochoa
If silence had a name, it was probably stuck in the open mouths of a thousand stunned spectators inside a mall theater one particular Sunday afternoon in December. Just moments ago, the revitalized crowd cheered as their icon pummeled away at a ghost he had failed to bury several times in the past, the roar [...]
My Chair RocksBy Conchita C. Razon
Another year is over. Almost. Seems like 2012 just sped by in a blur. Suddenly we want to play catch-up. We have not done enough, perhaps, and now want to do more. We see where we goofed and itch to do damage control. A little more thought could have helped. It is too late.