Imelda Argel’s book, “A Pebble that Floats,” is the story of a woman’s victory over her own gender’s self-imposed limitations...
It’s not easy to write about Gilda Cordero-Fernando, the eternal woman, in the past tense. I have written about her...
I wish I had gotten to know my Tito Liling, the eldest born to my paternal grandparents, Rafael and Inocencia...
I watched the United States’ Democratic convention with some envy about how technology was harnessed for the purpose. Until this...
During lockdowns my day goes by a loose schedule of indoor movements for the health of both body and soul....
It’s relatively easy to put up with something that will eventually go away, like rain or even a typhoon. But...
It seems almost irreverent to celebrate, even a milestone of milestones, amid all the tragedies going on not just in...
I felt for the young girl, Meg Adonis, who wrote about my old school, St. Theresa’s College (STC) Quezon City,...
After almost six months, I finally had myself a home service. It felt great. I don’t know about the manicurist,...
Who among those who participated could ever forget the noise barrage, the public outburst against the Marcos dictatorship, in 1978?...
