“Dios te amo primero”—God loved you first. That’s one pronouncement of Pope Francis that will linger in my heart eternally. Like living seeds, the words are growing inside me.
Like the best wines, Tony Bennett had aged to perfection by our first date, on Sept. 17 at the Philippine International Convention Center; no venue could have been worthier. If he had ever sung better I couldn’t imagine; I didn’t mind at all not having heard him live through his long career.
These are very serious decisions, decisions requiring conscious living, strict prioritizing, and acquiring critical self-knowledge—just what, if you ask me, wisdom is about and what precisely one had better possess by now.
Unaware at the time, I had actually begun writing my personal history since 2003, when Gilda Cordero Fernando handpicked a...
What does it really take to provoke us to outrage?
I was almost a Pitoy Moreno bride in 1961. Pitoy seemed the logical and practical choice: He was the couturier of the era, and my groom had been a longtime friend since their University of the Philippines days. Pitoy might even have been expecting it.
My husband and I don’t yet qualify as frequent visitors of Sen. Leila de Lima at Camp Crame, even after finding out it isn’t really that difficult to visit; it has taken us no more than a week to get cleared.
Sometimes I’m tempted to change my picture for this column. No way does it resemble me anymore; for one thing,...
Grandparents are one in saying, without any reservations, that the best thing that can happen to anyone is a grandchild.
