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“Vergel!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I know just the right pitch to rouse him to my...
My clothes and shoes might be wondering why, all these nearly seven months, they have languished in their closets unworn,...
The Roces genes are legendary; living into the 90s is more or less the rule. But this pandemic has been...
Imelda Argel’s book, “A Pebble that Floats,” is the story of a woman’s victory over her own gender’s self-imposed limitations...
I wish I had gotten to know my Tito Liling, the eldest born to my paternal grandparents, Rafael and Inocencia...
I watched the United States’ Democratic convention with some envy about how technology was harnessed for the purpose. Until this...
During lockdowns my day goes by a loose schedule of indoor movements for the health of both body and soul....
It’s relatively easy to put up with something that will eventually go away, like rain or even a typhoon. But...
It seems almost irreverent to celebrate, even a milestone of milestones, amid all the tragedies going on not just in...
I felt for the young girl, Meg Adonis, who wrote about my old school, St. Theresa’s College (STC) Quezon City,...
