Through the years I have often wondered how my daughter Pia had been coping with the loss of her younger...
Tito Anding’s death on May 23 has brought the brothers’ bald head count to four—two older ones, and two younger—from...
It was her stories that first drew me to her. And in the end, it was again, her stories that...
Fr. Andres Formilleza, OSB, was very famous among us Bedans. Back at San Beda Alabang, where I spent my nursery-to-high...
May I call a funeral Mass serene, elegant and so chic? This was the overwhelming feeling I got as I...
How can I talk about Don without talking about the movies? When I was supposed to direct my first movie together with Butch Perez, our producer drove us all the way here and unveiled to us the splendors and the magic of Villa Escudero.
Summer, 1997. The clang of the bell jarred me awake. It hit me. I am now at the Abbey of our Lady of Montserrat. Transferring from the Monastery of the Transfiguration in Bukidnon, after four years as contemplative monk, to this Abbey in Mendiola with an active apostolate is not as easy as I thought it would be.
It is not in the right order of things that a father delivers a eulogy at the funeral of his own son. It is the son who should be present at the funeral of his father.
It was indeed a very sad day when we lost “Señor Don Ramon San Agustin” last Monday at Makati Medical...
Last week, I received two e-mails, one from a male and another from a female reader who had very similar...
