A green haven rises from a barren field
In today’s pace of living and working, it’s natural for anyone to dream of ways to rest and recharge a weary body and mind. For some people, it can
October 27, 2013
In today’s pace of living and working, it’s natural for anyone to dream of ways to rest and recharge a weary body and mind. For some people, it can
Our first memorable time in Baguio as a grownup was in the late 1980s, when we caught the rock band Blank, with Grace Nono on vocals, in a small club at La Azotea Building on Session Road.
It was 1952. We had gotten secretly married—not in court, but in Ermita church, in front of an honest-to goodness Capuchin priest.
There are three points of reflection I invite you to consider for this Sunday: One, humility as a fruit and a process of self-awareness and self-acceptance; two, humility as a principle of relationships; and three, humility as a way of life.
Squinting in the cruel midday sun, a handful of construction workers carried heavy steel bars to the left side of the Basilica San Martin de Tours, more popularly known as the Taal Basilica, where the ground floor of a new structure was about to be completed.
Pearls were the first real jewelry I ever had. Before I evolved into an obsessive accessory junkie, I used to wear only a strand of pearls and simple earrings.
I’m 27 years old, single and still a student. I stopped working recently to continue my studies despite my age. I fell in love with a classmate six years my junior. Our so-called relationship lasted only for a month. He broke up with me because he said he couldn’t “handle” anymore pressures from me and his school demands. That was two years ago.
SOS stands for Save Our Souls. Its meaning became more significant with the establishment of SOS Children’s Village by Dr. Hermann Gmeiner in Austria at the end of World War II.
Who said the telegram was no more? There was a recent report that the good old reliable telegram was dead and buried. Several headlines worldwide announced the untimely demise of what was once thought of as an indispensable type of communication. “Just another victim of the new technology,” one story went. “No more singing telegrams,” another lamented.
I’m squirming in my seat, waiting for the verdict from my internist. She looks puzzled at my blood-test results, and I think I know why. Despite medication for my cholesterol and a diet limiting my meals to 1,500 calories, the scale registers me still at 140 lbs. I have not lost a single pound since my last visit, a month ago.
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