Shopping for baby stuff in Manila has gotten better. The number of items on the market now has increased, compared to two and a half years ago, when I was shopping for my son. However, I found myself with a new challenge—fixing my toddler’s room.
Just when I thought it was safe to put away the alphabet books and flash cards, my son came along and made me realize that I was in for another two years of “A is for Apple”! Here’s my own set of ABCs where, finally, A ain’t for Apple.
Suze Orman speaks fondly of Filipinos. For many years, she has had Filipinos working for her back home in the US, and she only has praises for their diligence and dedication.
Since March is Women’s Month, I decided to write about one of the women I truly admire, our chair at the Movie Television Review and Classification Board (MTRCB), Grace Poe Llamanzares.
An apology is an admission or acknowledgement of wrongdoing. To apologize is a decision to admit our error and try to make things right, or at the very least, make amends for our misstep. When is an apology in order? Whenever we inflict pain on someone.
I’m 28 and the youngest of three siblings. I have been working for a government agency since graduating from university, but after years of employment, I began to think of embarking on a different career path. I want to do something else, as I cannot envision myself in the same profession for years and years to come.
After an exceptionally long and hectic week for my husband, all he wanted was a full day of bonding with the kids. We thought about where we could go and what we could do that didn’t involve going to the mall, and offered something new for the kids.
It took an outsider to address the big fat elephant in the room, in a manner of speaking. Last week’s Parenting article, where visiting popular finance expert Suze Orman gave insights into the Filipino culture, spurred a debate among online readers. Obviously the American’s commentary hit a raw nerve. It was a case of things-we-already-knew-but-wouldn’t-talk-about, because they were just too uncomfortable to address.
Recently, I had one of the worst weekends ever. It began Friday morning when my son, Juanmi, seemed warmer than usual.
Don’t tell the Parenting Police. I fed my kid a chocolate bar. With sugar. And red food coloring.
