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I work as a physician-in-training. Despite the hardships, I have everything I want: a condominium (which I share with my boyfriend of four years) and a supportive family. Though it’s been four years, my boyfriend and I agreed to start a family after I finished my two-year training, though he was not yet financially ready to start a family. Everything was perfect, until my boyfriend quit his job as a CPA last July and transferred to a “less toxic” job.
In a current prime-time teleserye, the billion-peso question is, “Can first love be forever?” Unconsciously I suspect the show’s high...
My best friend and her husband are residents abroad, but divorced three years ago after they found out they got married for the wrong reasons. They were both on the rebound and thought that a few laughs were good enough for them to forget their individual pasts.
College-age men are more likely to be sexually aggressive towards women when drinking alcohol at bars and parties, according to research.
The irony of life. I have never understood this cliché more so than I do today. As I celebrate the beautiful birth of our third child, I find myself simultaneously having to grieve the painful loss of my loving father. Countless times I’ve heard people’s consoling words: “He is in a much better place today.” While I appreciate the sympathy and I know in my heart that it is true, it can’t erase the hurtful picture in my mind of my father never having been able to hold his newest grandchild in his arms.
In his 1995 book, “Leading Minds,” Howard Gardner studied the lives of great leaders. His main conclusion was, a leader...
Last Friday was my dad’s death anniversary, and I marvel at the circumstances surrounding that day. Let me tell you about it through a couple of poems.
WHEN did I slip from matron to elderly? It seems like only yesterday that cousin Ninit and I were playing...
Lately I’ve been grappling with forgiveness. When I grapple with something, I like to read up on the subject. I’d like to believe that over the years, I’ve become a much more forgiving person than I was 10 or even five years ago. I guess it comes also with having been through a lot of situations or circumstances where I learned that clinging to the pain simply does no good.
In the more sedate 1960s, I was working for a market research firm when a fresh convent-school graduate joined the firm and was assigned to be my assistant. I was to oversee field work, and she had to come with me. We’d be out in the field most days and, mostly, I’d give her a ride home.
