Amanda Bynes breaks social media hiatus to share photo from fashion school graduation
There’s light at the end of the tunnel, and for Amanda Bynes, a diploma as well. The actress tweeted a photo from her…
My Lanie is gone, and if I may borrow from William Wordsworth, “Oh, the difference to me!” I got a text message from her telling me of her heartbreak with her only child, a son.
My Dad was no worrier. Life was just another challenge, another game to win, despite its foreseeable and natural ending....
I can’t get the image out of my head, though I can’t remember exactly when I saw it on TV: a beached whale on a provincial shore, its belly full of plastic, leading experts to conclude it died in severe pain.
We discovered the joys of cruises rather late in life, but at a perfect time, considering the temperament and disposition we have grown old into. We’re just right for the pace, and we feel we’ve earned the delayed gratification.
We watched the latest remake of the operetta “Noli Me Tangere,” adapted from the novel by Jose Rizal, set to music by Felipe de Leon Jr., poetic libretto in Filipino by, surprisingly, the sculptor Guillermo Tolentino, the cast all competent, in fact impressive singers who did justice to both the songs and the historical memory.
They’ve changed the rules again. It used to take only a week between the time one gets listed and one’s application gets approved, if at all, to visit Sen. Leila de Lima in detention at Camp Crame. Now it takes at least 10 days.
Now more than ever, Vergel and I make time for the finer things. Among our favorite weekend activities as a couple are art shows, concerts and theater. For outside company, we gravitate toward like-hearted couples who not only enrich our cultural experience but also deepen our understanding and appreciation of everything—of life itself.
People tease us February-born as underdeveloped or incomplete, having been delivered into the world on a month thought freakish, because it is short, as months go, by one day on a regular year and two on leap year.
It turned out to be the best Valentine’s gift from my husband, one who’s never a gift giver—unless books picked out sometimes and on no occasion at all and poetically dedicated count, as they very much do, to me; those sure beat anything money can buy.
