In a recent gathering, a sweet young couple came up to talk to me about this column. It feels good to be appreciated and to know that my weekly ramblings serve a purpose, if only to amuse someone on a quiet Sunday morning.
December is the month of “making merry.” And we had a good start. It was a beautiful wedding. The day...
As the date drew near, in sheer panic, I asked myself: Am I not too old for all this?
We had a grand Thanksgiving, a few days late, but just as happy and special a family gathering as it is every year. We have so much to be thankful for. I looked around the table as we prayed and it’s all I could do to keep my tears in check.
At a baby shower the other day, little note pads were passed around for each guest to write tips for the prospective new parents on how to raise their child. We were asked to sign our names.
April! We have blue skies and bright sunshine. But it’s too hot. It is the kind of weather that makes you want to stay indoors.
Reading about the recent chaotic mess at Naia, I selfishly thought, “Thank God it was not during my recent travels.”
Have you ever had a “shouldn’t have gotten out of bed” day? I did, just recently—big time blahs.
My friend, a TV buff, complains about local daytime television. “I find nothing but hearings,” she whines.
A couple of days ago, I sat in my van, relaxed and feeling blessed while I waited for the rest of the family to convoy up to the City of Pines to celebrate another milestone.
Why Baguio? Because despite the decay it has suffered, the traffic, crowds and smog, it remains very close to my heart.
