Sunday Lifestyle
The Filipino’s devotion to the Sto. Niño or the Holy Child knows no bounds. Since Juan Camus, a Spanish soldier belonging to the troop of Miguel Adelantado de Legazpi, discovered the image on April 28, 1565 in a rundown house (where the Basilica de Sto. Niño now stands), the devotion has only grown and is still growing after 450 years.
The papers have been full of features on Mother’s Day for some time now, so much so that to go through it all seems a bore. Yet as I started to think about the reciprocal mother-child relationship, I began to realize that the greatest examples of this love are given to us in Scripture, and then, because we are made in the image and likeness of God, this has been repeated and multiplied through life and time.
My husband had a stroke three months ago, and I cannot wait for him to die. We’ve been married 35 years and all those years were miserable and bitter in my memory. I was a docile wife who waited on and catered to my husband’s every whim. But he repaid it horribly by being an awful husband. He battered me physically and emotionally. He disrespected and humiliated me in front of his women. He went from one girlfriend to another, had five children out of wedlock, and only cared for himself.
The montage of photographs on my Facebook Wall over the last few days told the story of the ravage brought about by the monsoon rains last week. There was hardly any need for words.
“Hindi natatapos ang pagka-ina,” my mother often likes to say. And every mother knows this.
One didn’t think a wedding in the Filipino setting—with all the relatives and extended relatives, and friends of friends—could ever...
The 2014 edition of the Fila Polo Cup recently took place in extravagant fashion with “The Great Gatsby” as theme.
OCT. 14 was a significant and memorable date for Lita Alejar-Faustino, who celebrated her 85th birthday at the McKinley Hill...
“There are very few things I regret in life, and one is selling real estate,” my father would say. I think I know what he’s talking about, for it still hurts, however long it’s been, whenever I pass by a piece of property I’ve bought and sold. To the injury is yet added the insult of the price for which I parted with it. Boba! I hear myself say in self-rebuke as I go to the masochistic extent of computing how rich I’d have been if I had held out longer.
Blanche David-Gallardo’s “The Expat Kitchen,” published and distributed by Anvil Publishing Inc., is an extensive collection of recipes from around the region and beyond.
